When Jealousy Hits Sensitivity

June 1, 2009

Mr Sensitive (David Cook)

This was taken from Mr. Sensitive’s page written nights ago when the rain run down the roof of his seemingly empty house.

 

Day 24. Page 47.

 

 

“This odd feeling seemed to have passed like a breeze which had left quite fast the moment it hit me. I hated it at first but I’ve come to realize that it’s all part of letting go. Forgetting is something uneasy to bear but when you’ve figured out there’s more to life that matters more than what you think, all ends well and something starts better.”

 

Take that quote as what this post heartily wants to talk about. I believe it only boils down to one obvious point I was ashamed to admit, Jealousy. Never had I imagined being caught up in this mire but sometimes what we don’t want to admit even to ourselves hurt us the more we ignore it.

 

I don’t want to lay down the details of how come I’ve been burdened by the feeling. I’ll just keep them unwritten or unspoken as long as I could hold them back. Let me just speak out all emotions, this mindless sensitivity had made me feel. It honestly kills me when I thought about it this for the past few days. If not for two close friends, I couldn’t even smile and laugh about it.

 

Sometimes I felt betrayed and these questions searched answers so silently asked by lips sealed on mute microphone. What if you’re trying to be the best for someone and suddenly you felt tired about it? Would that someone throw out all that you’ve given and see you as nothing but someone to forget of? Sometimes things that you ought to receive were just laid down to someone else? Wouldn’t you be jealous? Wouldn’t you lose your trusting heart? If all that you’ve shown wouldn’t even be given responses, wouldn’t you just stop doing things you would love to do?

 

If each single day projects a picture to be just wary of losing bonds, then not holding on seems fit for a jealous heart to find its peace. If small things have all build up like huge mountains, then the only way to get down from it is learning to take a step backwards. I remember what the pink lady always told me about everyone she meets. They all just come and go. Everything’s just a coincidence and you can never really find real friends who stays, even the best one leaves.

 

Time to sleep. Diary closed.

 

 

P.S.    Here’s one song I find myself being one lately.

 

Mr. Sensitive
David Cook

 
Song Words by Artist / Band : David Cook, Raine Maida
Music Genre : Rock

 

Day in and day out
Watch him scream watch him shout
Through the silence, through the silence
Give him ears give him eyes
Give some point to the cries and the violence
Oh, the violence
Hear him scream your name

 

I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
the words, he’ll never let the words
Get the best of him
Get the best of him

 

This city feels low against the gleam and the glow
Of his diligence, to their elegance
Just feel anger, feel pain, feel the sun and the rain
Just feel something, oh feel something
Hear him scream your name

 

I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
the words
He’ll never let the words
Get the best of him

 

Take all the stones, the bricks, and bones
He didn’t stand a chance they said
A little boy, the world in show
But ignorance is bliss

 

I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
The one who never let the worst get the best of him
I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
The one who never let the worst get the best of him
Get the best of him

 

Get the best of him