Hope is a crazy thing; it keeps
us alive when we desperately wait on closure. Even when we are certain there
is no way back. This constant urge to try again, never leaves.
It is plain water that rains down
your cheeks from eyes that don’t blink. Carefully ignore the pieces on the
floor. Brainstorming like crazy but you still can’t conclude how you got here.
Little jokes, little dreams, little mistakes, little do we see, how little
things can cause such collateral damage. Scars keep the pain alive when the wounds
have healed. Collecting reasons to why you keep running away from what you need
and why you keep chasing unwanted mess.
It grows harder to resist thus we fight back.
We run, we fail, and then we face it. Other times we just ignore, let it be and
accept its presence. You say you work so hard that there’s hardly any time to
breathe. What about the moment when your attention span escapes you and the
subconscious take over. You know you are there, still there…
We don’t give up, we play dead
and we keep breathing. Or we die and fake breathing… Either way you don’t
question anything that doesn’t make sense. Maybe you’ve been in the prison for
so long that this ceiling feels like perfect home. You say you don’t need hope,
but then again it’s not the only word you lost the meaning of. You lost so much
and so many times that losing has only become a rid of the baggage.
We all do see ahead of time but
confusion keeps it vague. We try to keep it that way for we can’t stand the complexity
of your brains. And then there will be days when it’s hard to avoid
experiencing tomorrow as good as today. The moment when you are perfectly sure
about things, don’t hesitate to TRUST yourself.
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