you shrugged. i closed my eyes and imagined you did.
i smirked.
bad news: you are officially expelled and out.(or it is good news?)
you bitterly smirked back.
good news: i know who did what to whom at where and when.
(or it is bad news?)
the red balloon is the psyche, the blood, the flower, the free-will and the one, idiosyncratic one.
there's no pact between us.
even if there's the pack after me, i know i shall be standing tall and strong.
now i realize why you kept reinforcing your belief in me and kept watching.
watching. or watching over.
big difference.
he loves me, he loves me not.
big deal.
forget me, forget me not.
the big lie.
which one are you?
or, you might have been doing both?!
out of what intention i am clueless.
after that incident, i simply have trouble believing and trusting anything or anyone.
by and by
the list includes you
what list, you asked, glancing with your narrowed eyes and tilted head.
i simply walked away at the point of no return.
mixed emotion, yet with affirmative and declarative mood.
it'll be an unsolved mystery for good now.
je me taisais. mon ballon, tu sais...j'ensuis responsable. mais maintenant, il reste dégonflé.
alors, je me laisse aller, laisse-toi partir.