The one who fade away

Due to my deep urge to kill time I found myself exploring over things that I wouldn't normally do. Its not that I don't want to, its just that I don't have the time or possibly there are more productive things other than doing almost nothing. And so my recollection began with exploring these pieces or memory that you left behind.

As my eyes glide into this I felt like I'm warped back to those times. Those times when I was convinced that you were the greatest artist I ever met. You painted my world with colors and shapes like no one did. You carved me dreams that are so detailed I thought it was real. You created melodies that made my heart sway in ways that no song could ever match. For that I could say that you crafted my world perfectly and I was more than willing to surrender the blueprint of my identity.

Then little by little I gave myself to you. Though my system rejects it I still fought off this immunity. I told myself that you are different, very different from the bacteria that once infested my heart. In fact I once thought you were really part of me. How can I not think so if we hunger for the same rhythm and thirst for the same reason.

But slowly the colors you painted started to fade and so as my feelings for you. It lost colors and it also took away the dreams and melodies you once created. And that signaled the end.

Do not worry for I do not hate you for that. I have the least regret on doing and believing those things. For it may have snatched my sanity for quite some time but it reminded me that I was human. And I am for many reasons.

*this is not really true but almost*
*just like what i said i wrote this to kill time..no..its not what you think.*
:)