Monday, November 24, 2008

The escape atiste says.

It pains me to see so many of my friends falling from this thing we call love.
Friends talking about love not being eternal.
Friends talking about unforeseen love.
Friends talking about unwanted love.
And it sucks not being able to help in any other way but lending a listening ear.
I know I may not have the best track record for having a happy life, but I'm sure my ears are enough.
Maybe even topped off with a couple of advice.

Miss Ni always says she gets hurt whenever she sees me laugh or smile.
She says it's because she knows that I'm laughing and joking on the outside while disintegrating on the inside.
She says I'm an escape artiste.
Someone who escapes his own problems by dealing with other peoples' problems.
Someone who hides his own problems with smiles and jokes.
And I'm ashamed to say that she's right.
But I'm also proud to say that I don't mind.
Cause I'd rather help other people solve their problems than my own.

They say that one must first solve his/her problems before solving other peoples' problems.
I say that all huamn beings need is to know that someone is there listening to them.
I want to be that someone to all who need it.
It's my only way of detaching from my own emotions.

There's nothing much I can do but lend a pair of listening ears to those who need it.
And no matter who you are, no matter what background you come from, no matter whether you're right or wrong, I'm willing to help.
Cause I always believe that there's good in everyone.

Here to my broken-hearted friends:

When love has come
But soon is gone
It begs the question
Was it there

The love was lost
And never found
Lost without you
Lost without me
Lost into eternity

The love was just a figment
A figment of our minds
Something we could ponder
But never express

Was it love or just a feeling
Was it love or just healing

Healing from the hatred
The hatred of our hearts
Our past was deep and full of pain
We needed this to release the stain

For this I do not regret
The time with you that I had spent


Peace and love,
Lewis

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey Lewis,

It's admirable that you want to help peeps, but it's vital you deal with your own emotions, lest they come back and bite you on the bum!
If you don't deal with them now, they could even make you sick. Find someone to talk to, or some other way in which to express them.

How about writing them out?