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A bad christmas wish

And I wished you were dead. at that time, even now, i wish you died. I hoped your car would crash and you’d leave the mortal world and go to where you truly belonged. i hated you. you thought me to never trust anyone. to never believe anyone and to always be suspicious of people’s taught me  to always break promises and to never keep your word. you showed me cruelty. you are your father’s son. exactly like him. it’s not something to be proud of. ‘Karma’ she told me. but I wouldn’t mind karma biting me in the ass then, cause you’d be dead by then. And at least I would have gotten what I wanted. This christmas, I wish you died.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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