Missing the Man

A few years back, he was thin, reserved, unadulterated and devoid of any conceivable malice and eccentricity. Not so long ago, his life was simple, uncomplicated and fair. He has so much transparency, honesty an d inclinations to the good and the beautiful. He has few choices, little diversions and limited associations. Whenever he had enough of desolation and found himself at the brink of solitude, he just reached within and looked no further, for he's got him and himself to cling on. They drove down the highway blues together and never left each other. That was him.

Now, things have changed drastically for him. The guy who used to walked into the room and returns in one piece now proved himself to be a viable commodity. His regular eight hours sleeping habit has been reduced to five, his fear of the dark has evolved that he now enjoys more the company of night owls and nocturnal species. The innate careless and unadorned has become flashy and cognizant. The once timid and apprehensive has become the actor to beat in a lead performance. The man who, just a few years back, was living behind closed doors, locked from top to bottom has now opened the gate, embracing whatever and whoever that comes close for trip to life.

Looking back, i kinda miss that guy, terribly i miss him. Yes, i miss the man. I miss the man I used to be.