Haunts Me Still

July had gone, yet pain lingers still. August, I thought, would be a new beginning, for I have witnessed the grass brighten up. I suppose I was wrong. He still haunts my memories, my dreams, and even gets into my own words. I think it's all about age, for I was fully aware when I lost his presence. Now, I only wish to grow out of him...

Like No Other

August came running like no other,

With its lands getting greener than ever.

Yet the skies above remained as mundane as they were,

And it all fell under the heat of a fiery Summer.

We stood under that same roof and muttered;

"Will we be better after a month, or bitter?"

Whichever the answer was, we knew not to remember,

However, to cope, continued as our painful mission.

And so we smiled at the question and settled;

"This place will hold itself by memories of a past presence."

Obligation and Trust

To be accused of confusion, just for being discreet, seems quite irrational, but it happens. That said, it makes me wonder; "Am I obligated to do and feel certain things?"
     This, I ask with real confusion, for people have made me feel more like a villain; an abnormal person, for not doing or saying expected things. Yet, isn't such obligation only needed when there's trust in between? Certainly, many disagree, but personally, I think I'm only obliged to do and say certain things, when I trust this other person -- It's not simple, for trust is not easily acquired.
     However, people drag me down and make me feel bad for such things. I know I can be difficult, but I also know that as understanding as I can be, people can be kind enough to humor me and be as understanding -- Ask me, and I will answer, but do not assume if I decide not to give an answer, for I will have my own sensible reasons...

     The main point is that no one is obliged to do anything unless it's their responsibility, and I'm sure that adults are only responsible for one another in very rare cases, and those cases require, again, a great deal of trust.

Compassion

Philosophy was always intriguing to me, but I never considered it a necessity. Now, being a student of one great philosopher, I must say; philosophy never seemed better, for this one professor, despite calling himself Dr. Evil, is such a great, passionate person. He almost reminds me of that one man who left, leaving me and others in constant longing. Dr. Evil's classes are amazing, enlightening, yet remain realistic in the pain they induce, for the stories we hear sometimes lack human compassion. These stories also remind me of his stories, for he was always trying to teach us of humanity and beauty, even though he would sometimes act mean or indifferent -- he really cared.
     That said, philosophy had opened my eyes unto a more logical world -- one that is studied and explained through cause and effect, yet not neglecting the spiritual side of things. I owe Dr. Evil too much. He helped me, without even knowing it, to better understand myself and be rational as well as maintaining that compassionate side of every normal human being. I say "normal", because he explained to me lately that abnormalities occur, and with that in mind, I had realized that every belief or theory will get its own fault-line when it comes to handling such abnormalities. I suppose that gives much more freedom to a questioning mind, no?