And we bemoanThe many different things that has happened in this short lived period, the period in which confusion struck, and the events that will end inevitably started to unfold. The suitability of Time itself, how strangely Fate will kill the smallest of emotions, and blow up every single action into something of significance. The mourning of the beauty that could have, only to have been shot down in this actual world. The butterflies that flew too close to the sun, like Icarus, their wings melted into shining light to form the rays of the rising morning. The waking of realisation as you know there isn't any hope in the first place.The frustrations of not knowing whether you are ever going to do anything right, when people tell you different things that will only serve to break you down. The magnitude of events that we cannot control, a hushing of matters only close to us. The essence of Love, broken down into unsaid words, untyped letters, and unwritten desires. The futility of it all, from the moment it started, till the end when it blew past us. The strangeness of it, to throw away my assumptions, and think like a different man. The unluckiness of Karma, to shoot straight into my life at this precise moment. The devastation that runs circles in my heartstrings, tearing at their tender loins and creating a mess of emotions. The slow crushing feeling, like a black hole in the center of your body. The magnificence of ignorance, if only it existed in my dictionary. The gracefulness of avoidance, if only it has happened earlier. The elegance of observations, if only i am blind, deaf, mute and dead. The unleashing of the waterworks, letting them flow into words that mean nothing anymore. The loss that i moan about, that i predicted, and that i would kill to reverse it. The loneliness that gripped my heart which seemed never to be released. The goodbyes that were cut short, by crude innocent language, and the immaturity to handle the situation. The waves that will leave us in a moment where i wished it never existed. The end that came and went, as fast as the feelings came in the first place. The regrets that will exist in my investment in this whole farce. The friendship that will never be the same again. Justin ranted at 11:14:00 pm on the |