People talk about eye contact. I shouldn’t call this an eye contact, but somehow it’s eye contact when I accidentally caught a glimpse of that person looking at me through a crowd, which happened first I don’t know. Those eyes were intense like looking at an enemy, I think I have an idea of what was behind. I wonder what contact I have with that person aside from that, do I expect anything? There’re things that shouldn’t be said even to ourselves.
And then another person broke the promise, I shouldn’t call it a promise, but today what that one did was different from what that one had said to me. I don’t mind the action, I just don’t like broken things.
And I have another sad story that I don’t want to talk about because I’m so tired of this pattern because this is more like my own story that doesn’t concern anyone and if I keep talking things will turn into hatred and I’ve had enough with both self loathing and loathing for others. And when I fall in between the two worlds it’s like I’m pulled into a pond of grey sadness of a devil who has accepted the fact of never breaking free.
Tomorrow let me forget your eyes.