Trills of Betrayal

Standing in the middle of the chaos was he. The blank stare ahead was seemingly a lifetime. In his eyes, the world had stopped dead from motion the moment the impending realization hit him. There was dead silence. And without another sound, a word... nay a question resonated in his mind.

Why?

There was a certain pain in his heart that he could not even begin to explain. A certain anguish in his passive eyes that mirrored the busy and empty world he traversed upon. And a certain torment in his soul as his mind continued to race-- searching for answers to whatever question his over-driven mind could conjure.

How could this happen? and to me...

It was as if everything was frail enough to crumble before him. So he stands in the middle of chaos, pondering. Not daring to make the slightest movement for even he himself could possibly crumble down. This was his Sadness.

He did not deserve such mockery to his kindness. Or the treachery to his trust. Or even the trickery to his person, causing the loss of his loyalty. This was his Rage. The very memory of the betrayal sent shudders down his spine.

Should I act on it?

But vengeance never truly bode anyone good. For the longest time, he had been very patient and considerate-- a true human being. He was not to stoop down to the level of the perpetrator.

Snapped back to reality, he blinks. The second had passed since the realization dawned to him.

Nothing would be the same from then on.

Vestige of Contentment

Let me sit untouched and still for I am in need of saving.

I quicken the senses with vibrant colors that have more or less been taken for granted.... Til such a time I be tainted with the dull color of age that I be far from saving.

Many would say that quality comes with age but what age offers is not strength but frailty.

So... wither I away...

But ere I go and see me for what I am. I make no mark in time as I make no mark to you; I have already gone before you even knew.

Although the pressing question is that: Were you ever sated?