Someone who born under a certain circumstance they never ask, unintentionally forged by the universe to be a being so strong, no known substance match them beating heart though it looks just the same to the ordinaries; what have they been through was something which is uncomprehended, even thousand of words combined could ever bring it to sense. How does it feel to be one?
How does it feel to be a being with a soul so vigorous yet impenetrable?
By a few they are deeply and sincerely loved, paradoxically those few are made of insecurities and broken pieces. Still, it is not because those few are hopeless being who thirst for safety, but simply because those few are the ones who is able to bear with an unknown shade beneath their secluded soul; a wound they buried deep they thought it is gone and not leaving any trace of scar.
They forget how to get hurt, they forget how to discern loves. They took everything for granted because they have been through so many, too many that every single thing turned blurry. They think what's around them are natural, it's supposed to be like that from the very beginning; they forgot their process.
So strong they have become, in a happy methodical illusion they live.
And those few, sent by the very same universe, pledged to walked behind them. Hurted, countinously scattered by their vision, yet keep providing the love which is hopefully able to bring them back to reality.
you look after them, but who will be looking after you?
have the universe sent another group of people who will be the neutralizer for 'those few'?
Human relation sometimes, a total chaos, isn't it?
