you asked me - why are you not the same? and why have you changed? i avoided to tell what i'd done and what i'd become, for when i thought why i was changed, it’d make me scream at you thousand times in my head and after screaming, i'd collapse like a feeble child and ask you - why? you never knew why I'd always laugh. i was so afraid of traumas that a laugh would keep me sane and away from pain. but you, selfish-bitch, scraped my wound ’til it started bleeding. i bled. well when i kissed you, it reminded you of him. and you cringed at my lust! i know - i wasn't the one you had dreamt of, but trust me, I was tryin’ to be i opened up to you to show you my inside. we travelled deep under the ocean and tried hard to be lost, but you always had an eye on the trails. you and your ulterior motives - how much you knew one another - i don’t know. i think - i never completed you i was merely an escape for you, a secret passage to a place named imagination i was a kit...
i am redhya. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.