The night sky was beautiful tonight.

It was red.

But the sudden bolts of lightning marred its beauty.

An element of fear resides in us deeply. Like thunder pulsing through the bleeding backdrop of one's heart.

If you find yourself not understanding my words, you probably aren't supposed to.


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Last count: 5 times

I'm still not satisfied.


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This may sound cheesy but it gave me an opportunity to see who genuinely cared about me. And what I liked.

There's that close girlfriend who managed to snitch a free movie poster from Balaclava. For me.

There's that other girlfriend who surprised me by offering to give me a free copy of the film (pirated, of course, shhh). For me.

There's everyone else whom I'd dragged, coerced, forced, coaxed, whatever, to watch the film with me.

And then there's you who first downloaded the entire soundtrack onto your mp3 player, transferred it to my computer, and then gave me a burnt CD of the exact same soundtrack. Just for me.

When you think of moments like these, there's a small part in you that tries to make you believe you're not alone. I guess not.