Building Monsters

I hate it when people change and specially when the new version of that person is so different that its impossible to even recognize them. I'm not talking about physical changes but instead changes which involve things like attitude and innocence. Its horrible to see how time, life and people bruise a person so bad, break their heart into million little shards and build a monster out of someone who was like an angel. But the worst part is that you were right there watching them change and go dark in front of your eyes, and you couldn't do a thing about it.

Crossing Path

Everybody makes mistakes. No one saw mine coming. And there I was, struggling in a whole lot of shitty mess. I didn't know what to do and I was lost with no directions. I decided to run away from it. I decided to forget it and lock it in the dark corners of my mind which I don't cross that often. Everything was going perfectly fine just before the day my mistake stood in front of me, crossing my path.