This is my story...

Saturday, August 27, 2005

The lights got deemer as I walked along the usual path home, that lonely path which I recalled it was not deserted as it is, it was livelier, it was full of happiness and zest, full of enthusiam and felicity. The path home was just like a path of one's life, ultimately we concluded our day with a pat on our back, reflecting issues which are solved and unsolved at the end of the forlorn day.

We human beings are eternal pessimists. At least I know I am, and there is no way you are able to alter the fixed sub-consciousness in all of us. More often than not we try to convince ourselves to look at the brighter side, it is because we have already looked at the dark side. Let us be optimisstic about an action, whereby most of us have already thought about the known consequences.

See, the objective is we should look more on the dark side, then we wlll learn what happens to all of us and we remedy it, not looking at the bright side, acheiving something which is deemed almost impossible.

My heart teared again this time. I confined myself in solitude, in a place which nothing could reach to my very own brittle heart, I shut down every single communication that was made to me, I brought myself to the end of everything, this eternal torment, this pessimisstic points of view of life...

Now it is more than one, two or three factors affecting me, my harmless self. The environment. The people around me. The way the society treated me. The way I treated myself. The way this world is moving towards to. Everything.

Deep inside I feel only the worst feeling no man has ever felt. Deep inside I yield things which are impossible for me to hold on to, for me to get hold of, and for me to let go. Deep inside me there is an endless bountry of suffering confinement, whereby my burning soul is trapped until someone releases me from it.

The smiles on my face were never geniune after you said goodbye unexpectedly. The directions of my life were never straight ever since you decided to walk away from me. The dreams were never the same again when I found my life in search a mess, incapable of cleaning them up. The walks of my life remiained the same. I am suffering.

Save me from the burning pot of fire.

Rambled by kaSh at 1:55 am