I saw an ant. He is sitting on my nose. So unlawful. And.. just a title before I kill him, I think about his life, family and his rule of living..
May be he is a family man, love to travel, love to be home. He may loved everyone. But’ what if he is an orphan??
May be he can play a little violin, he may wrote poems. A charcoal artist. But’ what if they call him “dump”??
May be hundred times he’ve been interviewed, still jobless. Empty pockets. But’ what if he still think of ruling the world??
May be he is an introvert, he may find his dream girl in the real world. Her endless love. But’ what if he is broken??
May be he said ” I’m broken” and wished someone to hear him. But’ what if no one loved him??
May be he had friends. A smiling friend, a loyal friend, another friend. A sister. But’ what if he is in the second stage of PTSD??
And why do he come to me?
May be he want to know the story behind my tattoo. My story? But’ what if he came to know that??
Damn.. I killed him.
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