SeEking my Polaris

Have I start to become softer?
Yesterday I had a vicious argument w angel.
Vicious because its been sometime that someone made me feel like walking away from the scene. The last time I felt this way, I ran out from the cab all the way home.
We were sitting at coffee bean when the confrontation starts,
I gave my piece as he just sat slumped into the cushion sofa
His face is one of defiant.
Folding my arms I refused to talk anymore
I challenge him with a cold stare
Cold till I could feel the chill in my own spine
Reminds me of those old England times when the knight mounts proudly on their horses
Both holding a spear and shield in their arms
Both with full amour gear
Both faces were concealed by the full-faced head gear

ok, i digressed.
Of cos we were not wearing any of those silly shit
But at that moment
I couldn’t see what is he thinking
He didn’t want to comment and he didn’t want to apologised
He just said he acknowledge whatever that I hv shared
I couldnt see how he could shared whatever i had confided in him with another
and it has caused some misunderstanding to other parties
if i want to be open about how i felt about the incident
i could jolly well tell the other party
i dont need a messenger who does a poor job in relaying my thoughts
and now there are a huge mess to be cleared

I was soooo crossed.. I could see fumes raising out of where I sat
I had the urge to just grab my bag and go
To walk away from the battle scene
That was what I would hv done last time
Now, I choose to sit there, to wait for an open talk that never comes
When the silence was finally too hard to bear
He motioned for us to leave ‘Let’s go, I will send you home’
I took a last sip of the sunrise ice blended
It tasted awful in my mouth
The milky lump it formed in my throat seemed hard to swallow
I left for home not wanting to remember anything of that night

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