the world.

the world shall be against us, then again.

the world would be nothing without you.

once again, everybody would stop me. from leaving this cycle.

then again, they all claim to know. what we share and have.

the precious few, who gives us the blessings.

are but a number of those, who understands what i want.

everybody would whine, and throw insults at me. like pebbles to the sea, it would mean nothing. not to me.

though what i keep precious to me, is but a fragment of happiness i yearn to have.

she would not be happy. i should stop trying.

it could end that way, for my shoulders are broad enough to take what obstacles brought forth.

but, it is hers that are tiny. memories, pain, friendship are what matters to her.

thus i would stop. once again, and hold that tiny fragment to myself.

love wouldnt be enough alone, if i wanted something more.

to me, it was the journey that is important. not the destination.

but she does not understand, the things i want to share. the memories i want to create. those wounds of hers that i wish to tend. protect is not an easy word. and comes at a hefty price which i am willing to pay.

the little rantings that i hear, are but flies buzzing at my ears. but to her, its like the screamings of the world.

the world i had given up on, because i know what has become important to me.

the world betrayed me, when i was protective of it.

yet, i remain protective of it. i do not blame nobody. i do not hate anyone. truely.

i've given up on having the world, to this tiny fragment of it.

however, id laugh at the sound of brotherhood. of what friends truely are.

that they would be there for me, yet they werent.

not when i was down, not when i was wounded. the tears i shed for them, received no return.

like the rivers flowing into the sea, it was but a natural minor thing.

she was there, to listen to me rant. hear me scream. that alone made me grateful.

the pain she was inflicted on, seems to be caused by me.

im beginning to tire out, of what the world has in store for her. her heart is unable to take it. and i shall stop putting it in.

im not going back to where i came from. the naive world i lived in, where everybody was a true friend.

they would say to me, 'you're a brother to me.'

then i would fight to the death, of whoever harms them. to protect them. from the things to come.

the obstacles given, i'd take for them. the warnings that come, things i shouldnt say, i'd warn them.

but then again, i'd laugh at the memories of daggers in my back.

i'd wince at the sight of her sad, i'd cry at the thoughts of her in pain.

but who would ever know? for it was the God's buffoonery they'd wish to place on me.

i have a gut feeling they want me to overcome all this. so that i would change, at a hefty price.

to get what matters to me, is but a minor thing. but to have what we share in common, is but the ultimate thing.

things which i did not wish to know, are placed into my head. in fact, there was nothing i'd wish to know in store for me in the future. i am complicated. not simple. so hard as i try to be. nobody would understand.

nobody would come close to understanding, i am but the mimosa. retracting to touch. shy to one. but oblivious to many.