Wonder, smirk

Can I drop everything that shrouds me so protectively? Can I shed my facades just like the layers of an onion? Will every layer dropped sting your eyes and make you cry like the onion? Will you be happy to see me through your tears? Will it make you comfortable to see withen me? Im tired. I need to break away from everything so familiar and binding and yet so destructive. But what would all this do to you? Will you be alright? Or will I have to run after you and reassure you that everythings ok. That Im still me and will always be. Why should I be the one to do that? Can you not accept me with a blind fate? Like me. All I can do is wonder and smirk.
(Ok, why an onion? Maybe because I was making some maggi with onions for breakfast.)

Pete say's:

"No, you're not frigid, you just have tons of respect for yourself :)"

Thank you, Petums.

Moving forward...

"They say the heart can break. That someone can dent it. Or gouge it. And then, its never the same..."
-Sherman
The Last Song of the Dusk
by Siddharth Dhanvant Shanghvi

Agreed its never the same. But its time to pack up all the scattered emotions and insanity. Its time to take another chance. Its time to get a life.