backstab

i know it's no longer my world. i know i belong there no more, and i shall never be there again. i know i've slashed all bonds that survived the storm. and yet i can't help but feel backstabbed by the sudden, unjustified and silly change i've witnessed. somethings are meant to change; others are good because they evolve within themselves, getting better as the years go by.

old doesn't mean outdated. go and tell this to the deaf-mutes of the new generations.