| "..and life goes on."
These words ridicule me in all its half-baked glory. Every friend, every laugh, every tear, every gaps of silence, every moment... each deserves to be washed down our throats by pride. A pride so commerical and overrated it comes in boxes, clothing, food, art, and music. What is pride, if given any other name, would it emulate just as bitterly?
Theses are the bonds that make me; the product that breaks me.
A part of me has died. Not to Christ, not to some higher calling or obligations to humanity, but a self-induced remedy to ease the strife of letting go; having to pack my bags and leave everything i once loved. This is introspective. No "you"s, "you're"s, "he"s, "she"s, or "they"s. This is me. And this is a story that once was.
These are the friends I tried building a monument over, to remind myself of peace. These are the memories i tried to cover in the sand. These are the emotionals that i tried to drown. These are the things that once was. But to be no more is a grace undeserving.
Walls that whisper of things once upon a time. A stench that stings the nose. Provoking times in my life i thought laid to rest, but provoked like a righteous purpose, rise from its ashes and evelope me. Love and hate. Since when were they any different? |
