RANDOM-ISM.

Conversation with the Alien Brother.

Hello, Stranger in with my Brother's Face.


why do you lurk my life? you're presence is a walking question mark to me. you look familiar, though. are you part of my history? or have i lost my memory? they say you're my brothher and i guess you're disguising really well. get out, alien, from my brother's body! bring back my brother to me..


no, after second thoughts, stay. i don't really love my brother any more anyway. "what happened?", you ask?! i myself don't know. but i guess i should just don't fret about it anymore. i lost someone i thought i knew before, so why should this one matter? "he's FAMILY." you say?! FAMILIES BREAK DOWN. MY FAMILY'S AN ENTIRE TROOP OF ACTORS. VERY GOOD ACTORS, I MIGHT ADD; WE SHOULD BE THE ONES WINNING THE GRAMMIES!


"why are you so numb?", you ask?! when you go through too much on your own and you bottle all of it up inside, the feeling just overtakes you and you can't control how you want to be. you start doing stupid things, things you know that are senseless, pointless, against your morale and religious upbringing; things you never imagined you'll end up doing when you were young and naive. you scrutinized people even though you know better than to blindly judge because they have something that you don't. you wonder why these things happen to you, and you wonder if these are challenges created by your own mind or is God really testing your faith, your will, your trust, your hope, love and fear. but still you act as if you're strong because that is what people think of you. but people do not hear you talking to yourself, people do not see you weeping and hurting yourself in the dark hours of the night. you roam places hoping to be seen and treated properly but you are still very, very invisible to everyone. respect you try to earn, hearts you try to please, love you try to find but ignorance is forever bliss.


"you just contradicted yourself. you're full of emotions." yes i know, we all do.


"so do you still want your brother back?" no, too late for that now.


"how come?" he's gone.


"but he's still alive, here, with me. somewhere." he's already dead to me anyway.






we sing a chorus we both know. but we don't see that connection.






"When I am alone, I feel so much better.

When I'm around you, I don't feel together."

posted by Myz @ 3:07 PM