the character I play, the fool.

Have you ever found yourself clearing or packing your things and start to realised

how many of those things you thought are yours, are not

how many of those things you thought are important, are not

and how many of those things you thought you cherished, are not valuable.


I'm a collector of useless, inexpensive and redundant things in my room.

At least I've come to realised today while packing and moving out of the main room to another room.

Yes, I've been kicked out and now have my own room.

I've also come to realise today that the character I've been playing lately is none other than a fool.


I feel like the fool who lost everything in one day


The story being so long I rather not go into the details except the fact that

I feel like I no longer have anything or anyone.

Its not so much that things were taken away from me, but a realisation of the truth

that i have nothing and no one, not my family, not a loved one, nothing.


Not sure if anyone knows what I mean but yes, I feel like a fool who thought she had everything once.

The truth, maybe I never did in the first place.

Once played a fool, perhaps always one

yes, I am a fool.

The full realisation of this truth doesn't make me feel good,

no, not at all.

what can be worse than a sadden, heavy-laden, disheartened fool?



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