Loser’s win (Cold Shoulder)
Minutes ago, I shed a tear.
The reason is the cold treatment I got from a close friend.
Arnel, crying, is his norm. People will find my crying nothing new. People will find my reason of crying shallow. Don’t judge me. I really feel pain. I need you to know because containing it will result the explosion of my heart like the H bomb.
I am a cry baby but the tear I shed recently came from a reason the penetrated my chasm. The feeling is like the grind of a stone mill to crush tiny particles of rice to a powder form. The pain is so much that I gave out my loudest cry in my heart. Nothing came out of my mouth but that was too loud that the thousand drums can’t be heard. The bang in my heart was so hard that my heart stopped breathing and my heart got mutilated in shreds.
Yes, I shed a tear. I felt pain. It was so painful that I prayed for my soul’s valvation.
I shed a tear but it will be my last for that reason. I now know. I am now wise.
It is summer but I feel cold that I froze in time.
My heart froze like cubes of ice. Melting them needs the heat of inferno. The heat will give me relief. I can be my form again.
A lesson gets in through my sanity. It spells out this hard fact. "People close their door on you for the mistakes you have made. No matter how hard you try to repent, you will never have the understanding. Instead, you get derision of doubt. You will live with the judgement forever."
You can never make a cloth mudied clean again."Surf and Tide fail this time.
Well, the tabula "rasa theorem" is so true that I am now ensigned with a mark.
"LOSER." It is in my forehead that everyone can read.
Life is so harsh. Life plays in a cheat. I will play life despite that. I will win.
I will savor its sweetness. 
