GOODBYE

Does it really matter what I do or say. You have already made up your mind, haven’t you? And you are not going to change your mind. No matter what I do. The verdict has been passed even before I got a chance to make my case. You have your own logic at looking at things that no one else is privy to. Everything I do or say is going to be twisted. And bent into what you think I am doing or saying. You see the world with your own tinted glass. Tinted with red of rage and green of jealousy and sometimes dark blue of melancholy. And you have been wearing that glass for so long. Now it has become part of you. It has become you. You can’t take it off even if you wanted to. But then again that’s the way you want it to remain. So what’s the point of my staying. What’s the point of my trying to make you understand. Trying to tell you my side of the story. I am leaving your world, your demons. Will I look back? Will we ever cross path again? I don’t care anymore.