maybe this time finally i've given up on it.. the allure and the thrill of the night have disappeared far away into a paradise of lost memories because last night was far removed from the illusions i kept in my head during these months of absence.. not through any fault of anyone.. rather it was my own inability to move.. literally.. and the full spectacle of the situation.. and of mannerisms.. seeing customary acknowledgements of familiarity which dont mean a thing after so long.. and how people have changed.. in more subtle ways than one can imagine.. is it all just imaginary posturing.. fuelled by others' jealousy? or is it the slow hand of truth that deals the winning cards to whomsoever masters the art of the chameleon.. masking inner insecurities with outward gregariousness..

it is but a game.. played by social pawns that unknowingly fight their battles for a king that has no face but yet bears a resemblance to the many who worship him.. he gives no reward for bloodshed save self gratification..

now the question is.. who is this king.. shunned by some but adored by many?

feel free to make a guess....

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