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Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Desolation. The nights are hardest when you spend them alone. Some company, you think to yourself, would be great right now. Just that little cuddle; maybe a warm snuggle. Some form of a touch; that might just be the remedy to this whole fiasco. The days have turned to night. Darkness of the night is now personified with the brilliance of the rising sun. Shine Jesus Shine! That's what they used to sing. It used to have that little bit of hope - that last sliver one could hang on to. But now, even that has been snatched away. The moon of craters, might very well be the heart of sorrow one carries. Defaced with craters, what an apt allusion to the scarred heart that beats within. The heart's a symbol of vitality, the elan vital of life. But now, what's left? How can something as dead and tragic as such, be motivation one craves for? What really went wrong? Well, what even went right? The emotions, they well up inside. All ready to burst through the floodgates. Wait, you need to hold them in. It's weak to appear frail. Or is it not? Even the strongest fall. Maybe I too should try falling once. Suicide? Death? Would that be the answer that would satisfy you? Maybe. But dying a nobody is death by a loser. No no, this can't happen; not to me, at least. You don't want to be a statistic, nobody does. But face it, someone in this world has to be THAT unsightly obtuse statistic. It might just have to be me. Is there anything worth holding on to? Happiness - that's it! The departure to greener pastures. Grass is always greener on the other side. What you fail to do is to look down at where you're standing. The grass beneath your feet, they may very well be the lushest green the meadows have seen. Maybe, you just haven't opened your eyes. What you seek is rarely found. And what is found is rarely seeked. Retrospect, introspect. That might just be it. The thoughts, these emotions. They drive you insane. A throbbing pain, both in the heart and brain. It strikes that chord - that chord of pain. An awesomely numbing sensation, craved for, desired. But after that initial orgasm and release, you start to see darkness engulfing your world. Some say it's depression. I say, it's a psychosis. |
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