Sitting here at the end of a long, eventful life, sets me to contemplation. Love is a complex emotion riddled with affection, guilt, jealousy and, at times, unbridled lust.
But the darker side of Love comes out when it's affronted, or poisoned... It scares me... The deeper one loves, the greater is one's potential to hate... I don't want that to happen to me.... I am capable of a lot of love, of hate, of pain... Its not that we hated each other, but then why did we both come to this juncture?
There is something that I have lost. A part of me that yearned to be touched. A void inside that needed to be filled. Maybe being alone is getting to me. Maybe I have been walking a vicious circle over and over inside my head.
Imagination is such a heartless thing. It makes memories mutate into dreams and brings a world of (welcome) pain, like an incessant plague. But then again this curse can inexplicably turn into your greatest virtue.
We all have our individual paths in life. I had a life to lead, I had a choice to follow. My choices led me to my undoing and my grief, but in the end, it is still my own wilful choice, not a coercion.
A life dying in front of my eyes... And I'm powerless to do something about it...
Feeling : GAH!
Listening : Keep on Moving - Tokyo Drift
But the darker side of Love comes out when it's affronted, or poisoned... It scares me... The deeper one loves, the greater is one's potential to hate... I don't want that to happen to me.... I am capable of a lot of love, of hate, of pain... Its not that we hated each other, but then why did we both come to this juncture?
There is something that I have lost. A part of me that yearned to be touched. A void inside that needed to be filled. Maybe being alone is getting to me. Maybe I have been walking a vicious circle over and over inside my head.
Imagination is such a heartless thing. It makes memories mutate into dreams and brings a world of (welcome) pain, like an incessant plague. But then again this curse can inexplicably turn into your greatest virtue.
We all have our individual paths in life. I had a life to lead, I had a choice to follow. My choices led me to my undoing and my grief, but in the end, it is still my own wilful choice, not a coercion.
A life dying in front of my eyes... And I'm powerless to do something about it...
Feeling : GAH!
Listening : Keep on Moving - Tokyo Drift
How to say nothing in 233 words.
ReplyDeleteGah! I can just imagine Mr.Goon saying that. :)
ReplyDeleteIn case no one's ever told you or you had trouble interpreting the thesaurus, "Corny Outpourings of Dyslexia" doesn't make any sense either...
ReplyDeleteAnd whose Mr.Goon?
PC Goon, a character in Enid Blyton's "The Five Find-Outers" series of children's books
ReplyDeleteAh yes the bumbling cop!
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