Who are you?

Sometimes I don't really understand you (but then again who really understand themselves?)

Maybe you simply refuse to face this world (or rather this world has given up hope on you)

Hide hide hide, is that all you can do?

Pretend that all is well. It is simple, isn't it.

Why are you running away from me?

COme BACK!

Fine.

For once, you have hidden yourself too well.

Can we talk?

At least, just a simple chat.

Alright, suit yourself.

You are so selfish, leaving me alone to face this world.

They say hope is everywhere.

Where? I ask.

They say the world is not as cold as one would think.

It is downright icy! I say.

At this time when I needed you the most, you went on a hiatus.

I too need a rest.

WAKE UP!

If that is the choice you have made, then I tell you I am giving up too.

Let the body rot, let the world take the body and make a sacrifical to the Gods of the Modern World.

Let the body forget the existence of you and I.

Let the body corrode in the cauldron of civilisation.

Hide. You better hide well.