to find the one perfect reality

because,
until it is found,
it hurts like a bitch.

as i look around,
at the ppl walking by,
at the ppl all arnd me,
at my frens by my sides,
i realise,
there s a story behind each n every one,
that wil remain their own,
no matter what.

A story,
with a beginning,
a buildup,
a climax,
and finally an ending.
to each their own narrator,
with a lil bit of comedy,
n a lil bit of action, horror, drama, romance.
involving many different characters.
with many different chapters.

i finally understand forrest gump's.
i finally understand why he could run for three years,
for three years, he ran across the country several times.

he was stumped,
cos altho, his story had nt reached the ending,
he did not know, at that instance,
where it wud go frm there,
n the ending, be it good or bad,
jst seemed impossible.
so he ran,
ran away frm everyth n everyone,
he jst kept running,
so that, without doin anyth else, or puttin his heart out,
he would hv nth to lose, carefree and it wouldnt matter,
cos at that point,
it all seems blank.

we all judge.
but wat we often overlook,
is the story they hav to tell,
behind those labels,
we have put on them.

so, stop n listen,
cos there s so much more behind those eyes,
behind those smiles and chitter chatters,
people will never fail to surprise you.

and as for my story,
lets jst say,
i used to hav dreams, but it's about to be crushed,
i used to hav hopes, but ive learnt that, it's only going to disappoint you time and time again,
i used to hav a best fren, n he wud give me a reason to hope again,
but ive lost that,
i used to hav a confidante, but ive driven him away too.
i used to hav strength, but ive run out of it.

what else do i have?
i dnt kno.
but what i do kno,
is that this is not my ending,
n until then,
im jst gona keep running,
just like forrest gump.
and when ive found my ending.
im gona tell u my one perfect reality,
which begins with,

"life is like a box of chocolates"