ALIVE, NOW MORE THAN EVER.

You may think that you have seen it all, heard it all. You may think a word that you have said might have struck a chord in my brain that may have made me do all the adventurous things I have done with you. You may think you own me like you own the world. But do you really think that it all is true, this tiny impressive imagination of yours? 

I can feel you breathing down my neck and it sure is sending a chill down my spine. All these years I have known you and I still don't. You are the atlas and I am the ant. You are the universe and I a speck of dust. You being the you and me being the me that you have seen all along, but never known. 

The feeling is mutual, at least for me. The feeling of this anonymity that has made its way through my brain like a lightning bolt. You have become a part of my flesh, yet you haven't. Completely anonymous. You don't know who I am and I don't know who you are. Yet, we are existing. 

Of all the time we have spent together, walking around this big bright and beautiful city; our fingers entangled together like the vines in the vineyard where Solomon and Sophia spent the time of their lives, were you ever really listening? Because I have told you the exact lines I shall write on my last day on this part of the universe, a note where I sign off with "Goodnight and God bless". All you did was smile and say bravo when in your mind you were thinking about how you'd end things with me. 

So let me make it simple for you, for everyone in this part of the universe. For we all are strangers, always have been and always will be. Because I always believe in what I always say. You are born alone, so you shall die alone. And all the heaven and hell we believe is nothing but our self. Our damned self. Our flawed, not disastrous, self; our monster we hid inside us. But today, I am letting her out, for she deserves to live in this world as much as I do. And you don't deserve that. Correction: You deserve better.