He says, "I want to live. But I don't want to kill you either."
You give it a thought for a moment with an objective to produce an answer, just to realise later that your mind is helter skelter.
I say, "If you refuse help, you're committing suicide!"
He says, "It's not suicide when you're already dying..." with his back towards me.
And those words... those words.. They are ringing in my ears. Consciously vivid.
And I thought, "He knows what he wants."
The ground I'm stepping on is paper thin. I probably looked unsystematic but I am less concerned about approval of others.
"You're one of us now.", whispers I hear.
I mouthed, "Who is 'us'?"
I let my eyes wander and I knew...
2 comments:
u got some special ability i must say. loved em'. Cheers.
-rajah
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