From North to South
As I write this, this very second becomes the past and the future ticks towards me at rapid pace. Yet in our minds memories stay as they sway our emotions and shape our being. A soft breeze blows in the balmy night as cicadas sing and bats cry; a candle flickers against the bare white walls.
From the moments of birth I was thrown into a chaotic existence of an old war still being waged. As egos fought within, they battled each other, at times triumphantly winning and destroying all in my wake. From one airport to another, one time zone to the next, north to south I wondered, trying to escape. Yet it followed me as I failed to see the lessons until they screamed at my face.
I haven’t written for a while now and my mind has been cluttered of ideas and inspirations, yet words have failed me as I tried to make any sense of them.
In troubled times life feels difficult, colours dull and the laughter of others burns you ears. I feel alone in the crowded halls, my footsteps echo. No matter how far you go you can never escape yourself. My attempts of destroying everything I have built strike my being viciously, as I try to make any excuse to leave, to start over, to escape. Yet despite my own attempts it seems the patterns of others abuse my essence and a tidal wave of flooding pain and negativity drown me.
Yet drowning is not the end, and to give up all hope would be weak. As pain in itself is not a strength, yet what you do with it is.
Truth is I am hurt and hurt people destroy… Yet the beauty of life is the constant glimmer of the torchlight to guide my way, as a I build a path of my own to shape my being.
Until Next Time my darlings.