“Better to be feared than to be loved” – Niccolo Macchiavelli
A midnight stroll around the forest of which I’ve dared to take, maybe just to clear my head or so. Some may say that monsters and mythological monsters claim the forest by this hour, others worst than most. But what I see are tress swaying in harmony with the cool breeze that surround me.
The forest isn’t what they all claim it to be, it’s somewhat enchanting – alluring. It drags you in like hypnosis that leaves you in a trance. As I dared to look up to the vast night sky, stars shimmering bright as if they appear to observe. As I ventured on and on wards, I hear noise – animal noises. It seems as if they are making a symphony of sounds or maybe a lovely poem recited of which differ in language but still in harmony. Sadly, my time comes to end. As I lay in the center of all this, I close my eyes and dared to slumber where I know that demons will appear.
How can one bring justice to the unjustified acts? Now I tell you it’s what we may say as money, lies, and persuasion.
Oppression is the exercise of authority or power in a burdensome, cruel or unjust manner. Synonym of such would be abuse, brutality, harshness, injustice…etc. It constricts oneself from doing the best she/he can. I’ve seen how power can change one unto something different, a whole different being to begin with. The little girl or the boy next-door you’ve used to know is gone, only then replaced by a coating or superficial believes. With power acting as a poison, it goes to great extent to spread within it’s victim, it does not stop there. It’s then followed by victims of the victim, those who’re under that rule. Wrapped with an ivy like object, constricting them in a cage which contradicts their believes.
Some may say things such as “That doesn’t exist.” or maybe “Huh? There’s no such thing”. But now I ask you to open your eye, open then real wide, can’t you see that it’s currently consuming our everyday lives. It’s become so often that you don’t even notice anymore.
Oppression silences the wise and prevents them to speak up. One word out of their mouth, one simply idea – the whole world is against them. Blocks the creative mind, and replaces it with unjust abusive copy cats. Oppression prevents you from being you. It consumes you’re whole being, and in that process you lose the person you once known.
Yes, you are the girl with the unkempt room and poor time management. You have many things in your head, most of which are notes-to-self on what your future self should do or go to. You are a dreamer, and that means that if the guy you date isn’t like you, it’s unlikely to work out.
Don’t date a guy who doesn’t travel. He is the guy with the medicine cabinet filled with shaving cream, hair gel and toothbrushes he doesn’t use anymore. His skin is fair and soft like a baby’s, which means he doesn’t go out much or at all. He is intolerant to the sun, when in fact you love every minute you are under it, soaking each ray of sunshine into your now bronze skin. He combs and styles his hair in memorized strokes every morning (as he has been doing this for months, maybe years…
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“You” may be interpreted as various aspects: one or plenty – as long there is a respective representation, it all comes down to the reader.
I thought I had a shot at being the first choice, foolish of I to believe so. I thought what we had was special. Now I know, it was just the spur of the moment. It’s no longer the same, no matter how hard I try. No amount of effort I can do to bring it back right. What am I thinking? The effort must come from two for friends make up two. Though selfish of I, to think of such. I don’t think you bother to make an effort anymore.
I guess we’re going our separate ways, both turning to our old ways. I’m scared to go back to mine but at least I know you’re fine. Now I realize, everything was just temporary. Forever does not exist, neither do you and I. I’m giving up now because I’m sick and tired, nothing comes out of the effort I put, nothing to repay it too. The things you say and plan never fails to keep my hopes high. But whoops my mistake, nothing happens. The first few times, I guess it was fine. The next set, I started thinking otherwise. Thanks to you I’ve finally learned, keeping my high and expectations at a point ends to nothing but pain. I think its best for us to have a break. I’m sorry for it may seem selfish but I have no other way. I’ve reached my limit, its all too much. But I guess its fine, since we stopped talking since a few. You don’t even check your messages anymore, might as well stop sending you some since it feel you’re bothered by it anyway. We both changed and we couldn’t accept the change in the other person.