Just an entry from my blog I thought I'd like to share with anyone who comes across this. It can be placed in different contexts and varies from person to person. But obviously, to me it's very meaningful. Written from my heart, it's about a friend who once fought to be anything but mainstream but has succumbed into it. A friend who had strict moral values and opinions but have tossed them aside like nothing matters, which disappointed me a lot. However, in light of these events, I have come to value someone close to my heart who has dignity enough to stand up for himself and speak his mind though sometimes it hurts. It makes me treasure him even more and of course, love him ten-fold more, if that's possible.

Forgiveness, like a budding rose
Don't nurture it
and it shall never blossom

You shall never smell the perfume scent
Never see the splash of colour in you world of grey
Never see the minuscule bugs creating a new world
You shall never see the miracle

Forgiveness, an ironic action
Easy to say mindlessly
Hard to do heartedly

They say time heals all wounds, will time allow a person to learn to forgive? Why do I feel so disappointed and let down by one person who doesn't even care, who doesn't even know that I feel like this.

I live in a world of grey,
Where colours come by once in a while
An introvert as others would describe
It's not that easy to classify someone

Put me in a stereotype
Classify me
I want to see what group you would think I belong to

Belong is a funny word
I never belong
I see things differently to other people
People see me as different

I live in a world of many colours and sensations
Nature is my canvas background
Music paints my emotions
Love is my release

Buildings and infrastructure have turned my world grey
Groupings and organisation have dulled my senses
Colours are rare to come by
When they do I hold on to them dearly
Until they too get lost in the grey grey world
My tears bid them farewell
They will never come back