I regret it, I regret it all. I thought regret was the worst feeling ever yet it is merely an acknowledgement of one’s mistake. So I regret it all. I wasted my time, I wasted my love, I wasted my hopes. It estranged me from myself, from my once very close pillar-lilac friends, from my future. It added grievance to grief and delayed my grieving. I thought for a minute there that I could be larger than life, that I too shall live and expect pretty and simple things instead of being on the edge, standing in an unsteady, tottery scaffolding built with bits and scraps of wood blown by the wind in a forest-less city. I stand still and tall amidst the storm on this precarious board. I thought I could stand on a solid cemented balcony for once and watch the sunset or something. Eyelashes were the only cynosure, deeply hidden were unconscious tangled lies invisible to the eye. Words emerged and were louder than faintheartedness because I only speak the language of the soul no matter which language I am speaking. Foolish, how foolish I was to believe in words. It’s probably the only thing I believed in my whole life so what was to be expected of me but to dive heart first in an ocean of words. Faulty fulcrum. Whatever the reasons, the excuses, the aggravating factors, I regret it all. For I put the best of me in the weakest, careless swindle. It was a daytime robbery.
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