On a Thousand Words

For most parts I would say.
I’d rather keep things to myself.
It is safer that way.
The less words, the less to understand…
Cy07.30.06

On Immortal Wounds

“Some wounds would go too deep,” he said. “That even acceptance and time cannot heal them.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “That not even silence can soothe the throbbing pain.”
“Has the world found a remedy for this?” he asked.
“No amount of remedies can cure the pain caused by looking at yourself in the mirror,” I said. “And knowing each time, that you are a fake.”
Silence.
“Not even letting go.”
Cy07.27.06

After the Movie

“I suppose,” she said. “That it is dependent on how you define that word.”
“Yes,” I said. “I have to agree with you on that.”
Then added -
“And you also need to consider the level of your understanding.”
Silence…
“I could say, I’m not really crazy about this, but that could be just self-denial,” I admitted.
Maybe deep inside I am afraid to admit the need, I thought.
“You just have to be honest with whatever it is you say and feel,” she said.
“Very true,” I said.
Cy07.23.06

On a Noisy Afternoon

“That was the name my YFC friends call me,” he said.
“I once had an entire chapter to oversee. And I had over a hundred little brothers and sisters.
I used to be extra religious then. As in,” he said as if to emphasize.
“I had a daily booklet like the Kerygma with me all the time. But now? Ngee,” he chuckled.
“You know what,” I said. “Maybe a lot of things had changed for you.
You may not be as religious as you were before but as long as you don’t deliberately hurt others then you’re okay,” I smiled.
“I am glad you’re my friend.”
“You know,” he said. “Being good has brought me little good.
Normally makes me an outcast from the rest. You know what I mean.”
He paused. “I was once a guy who couldn’t hurt a fly.”
I was silent for a moment. I wanted to tell him that I understand what he tries to say.
“This world is too imperfect to appreciate goodness. That is a sad fact of life,” I said.
“But it doesn’t mean that you have to change who you are. There are good people. Maybe you met the wrong kind.”
“My basic principles stay the same especially on friendship and trust,” he said.
“But for those who try to mess up with me, my backlash would strike a hundred folds more.”
“Mm,” I murmured. “I suppose that would teach them not to mess up with you.
But you’re a good person; those who deliberately provoke you are…” I paused. “Fools,” I finished lamely.
I wanted to say that those who deliberately cause pain to people are cowards and low.
But I just said.
“I could say: pay no attention to them, but they might end up abusing you.”
“Being good was something my upper-class tried to draw out of me. But I misunderstood and resigned,” he said.
I suppose he was referring to the days when he was at the academy.
“Anyway my loyalty is something my friends can always expect from me.
I came from a family where loyalty, integrity and courage have always been the roots and, honor the core.”
We smiled.
“You are a friend,” he said. “And I am glad.”
“Thanks, as I’ve said earlier, I’m glad you are my friend,” I said.
“Integrity and loyalty are very rare these days. To find a person who values these traits is an opportunity.”
Cy.07.01.07
many thanks to Marky