Tell me O reader!
Do the old tales not haunt you?
Flooding you with tears, the screams that no one hears
Making you cling to where you not belong but your memories
do
Or the memories of the old people who told you their tales,
can you not feel them?
Does that not haunt you, clinging to this old, shattered
place that no longer exist as it was
But you are afraid that if you move, you will forget
whatever you have of it
Because you don’t know all those single moments of their
lives, but what they had told you (and you remember) and what they had been
like, after living them
Do the walls not speak to you?
Or the doors remind you when and how who and why opened
them?
Or the windows that remind you of old storms that once
flushed your happy lives with excitement, movement and hot teas.
The laughter, the forgiveness, the little old hurting
moments
Do you not want them back?
Do you not want to warn those people back in your memories
about your present and their future?
Do you not want to tell them that laugh as much as you can,
for their each laughter will bring you back tons of unbearable pain?
Or cry not dear oldie, for you won't be able to touch and
comfort them in your future when they’ll be no more
But you and just you, all standing and walking and reliving
those moments alone
Clinging onto them for whatever of the past is left that
only lives through your memories
Do you not want to tell those old tales to the people?
Tell them, "Once upon a time..."
Do you think people would understand it the way you had seen
it
Do you think people would judge through your actions that
you did without your control?
Do you think people might think that this broken yet
arrogant man in front of them could have had this ability to change what has
happened, and could have altered this new present?
Do you think they care for the tales? For the truth that
does not really matter to them because it is not something which is theirs,
their personal?
Do you think they care about you, or try to understand what
phase you are going through?
Do you think they pity you? Or anyone of them had been in
your place...a similar place like yours, do you think?
Can you think or are you still suffering from your
nostalgia, unable to come into the present, crying your heart out to the old
winds that might time travel for your sake,
Just to convey your message, do you think?
Do you think this is even possible, the miracles?
Do you think that when these miracles didn't happen then,
they could ever happen now?
Do you now believe in miracles...any more?
Do you have any faith, or let's say, some hope- is there any
hope left for it? For something better, for something miraculous?
Do you have any hope?
You mean you are hopeless? You must not be having any
dreams, any desires, because all is hopeless?
So do you want to live without your dreams? Do you want to
die or do you still want to cling onto your memories to make sure that you'll
never let them go?
Are you still crying? Is that wailing yours?
And do you want to live? What do you think?
