Tuesday, April 6, 2010 12:16 PM
highly literary, with occasional grammar slips
don't you dare.a community of politics (what does that even mean)
i reserve my strongest word for the sea of people around me every single day. when you live in a world downtrodden by the darkest stain a girl can ever have on her skirt, you would inevitably have to expect verbal swords and daggers crossing your paths every minute and every day. i hate politicking nonsense.
i hate having to look at someone in the eye and say niceties when deep down, you burn. the fire consumes your soul and sometimes, it goes all the way up to your brain. you cease to think every single time you smile and give a ceremonious pat on a person's shoulders. as if you could stop the desire to give a hard twist to dislocate the bloody structure that is holding the person.
deep at night, your eyes hurt. it hurts from staring too long at that blot of stain. it feels as if you have cut off a part of you, hating. that's when you know you have looked enough - when every thing else feels dimly bright, too bright, because you have been staring too hard at the black. you need to readjust.
when you do, things might not get better. but you would perhaps, find yourself a little wiser confronting what should not be confronted. what should have been kept in the sanctity of the sulphurous fires behind the gates of Hades. maybe you would find yourself entwined into the lure of the darkness that is so mysterious, yet, at the same time, alluring.
maybe, it's then, you'll know you need to stop.
perhaps, it's then, that you'll finally look beyond what looks so small, in the face of the great Heavens and Hell.
it might be then, that you'll start living like you should; having hated and despised, but now, simply enlightened.
i need to look at the Rock in the sea of faces and malicious waves when i am drowning.
yes, i need that.
i guess.
