Faulty smiley robot

Topsy turvy world

This 3-room flat of mine is small, yet so empty and big all of a sudden.

I'm living in a half dead, half alive mentality. Someone just reaped a huge chunk out of me and there really seems to be no way that i could ever fill this void back. Never ever again.

I miss everything. Though i'm not crying on the outside, the selfish side of me put up quite a strong front throughout this ordeal. There's just no one good enough for me to care about anymore.

I want to thank all the support and encourage from all my friends and relatives during these period of my ordeal. Thanks a lot everyone.

So this ordeal was a blessing in disguise. I will soon inherit a lump sum of money from this misfortune. I will no longer be poor and miserable, but everything came a bit too late. Just way too late. I cant buy time back.

This house is quiet.

It's peacefully but loneliness is in the air.

Presence once felt, gone like the wind.

Never to be heard from again.

Rigid on the outside, brittle on the inside.

A weathered soul hidden in this shining armour.

No more tears on the outside, not anymore.

One learn to cry on the inside, where no one can see.

The gate stands alone, locked.

The tree fell, weathered.

The purpose of guarding, gone.

Dote cries, Selfish joys.

My life is going topsy turvy. I'm not really as fine as i said, never will I be. I'm so used to smiling that I cant stop even on my most depressing moment. I'm a faulty smiley robot...