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Dec 07, 2010 01:59

Tiny spaces & dim lights
Cramped bodies in hidden places
Short breaths, racing pulses
Swirling thoughts & paranoia

The entire scenario spoke of ominous. Others defined it as barbaric, arbitrary and unjust. I call it insanity. I can perfectly understand why they acted that way. (Or perhaps, it'd be better to say 'why she acted that way'.) I really do, psychologically-wise. I've been there, done that. The difference is that I'm the one in the other side now. The only thought that comes into my mind is, "Lord, why? Is this karma? What have I gotten myself into?"

A thousand pairs of burning stares
Half of indifference, half of pity
In the end, nobody cares
To each his own, even in misery

I stumbled. I accepted. I have forgiven. I am forgetting. Now, I am standing up and walking onwards, never looking back. This is the last time you will be hearing from me about this matter.

literary, life

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