From the moment I wake up, till the time I shut my eyes and drift off in the evening, a myriad of things occur- some of which we are completely oblivious to and others which we observe, feel, experience and sometimes even start or contribute to.
Sometimes a thought takes root and feeds into a frenzy, sometimes a black mood descends, sometimes it is a happy bubbly self that you just can't control. And then there are the odd moments when you don't know what it is that you are feeling. You are elated and at the same moment so terribly sad.
Its a tribute to our inner demon that takes shape and rears its head when we are in the throes of such bipolar emotions, that we accomplish anything at all. Its a wonder that Murphy doesn't look at us then, for if he did, he would find it a fertile bed to wreak havoc. Instead a Karmic balance strives to shelter us at our lowest and expose us to Murphy at our highest.
That being said, we all look back at these very moments and take a ride through winding roads of what-could-have-beens and then descends a pall of gloom. Sometimes, we shake ourselves out of our reverie, but more often than not, we desperately need a bulwark of support who will lend us a shoulder or break our fall.
Naught comes to me, for the forsaken are forever doomed, into an eternity of darkness, that drips coldness in an ever narrowing street away from the farthest light, a peculiar bleakness creeping into the very soul which once was the sanctum sanctorum of the thoughts and experiences of my life- a deep recess which none had breached save for the present. Even the darkest of nights are like day to me and the days are unbelievably bright that burns right through, forcing every bit of energy in maintaining a facade of normalcy when all that keeps me alive is a roiling, constantly undulating, furiously turbulent and destructive force of a misplaced anger, a sense of urgency towards envy leading me towards a dreadnaught of negativity which breeds hatred as its heraldry, flies jealousy at its flagpole and spreads out an insulting carpet of desolation to walk upon.
Sometimes a thought takes root and feeds into a frenzy, sometimes a black mood descends, sometimes it is a happy bubbly self that you just can't control. And then there are the odd moments when you don't know what it is that you are feeling. You are elated and at the same moment so terribly sad.
Its a tribute to our inner demon that takes shape and rears its head when we are in the throes of such bipolar emotions, that we accomplish anything at all. Its a wonder that Murphy doesn't look at us then, for if he did, he would find it a fertile bed to wreak havoc. Instead a Karmic balance strives to shelter us at our lowest and expose us to Murphy at our highest.
That being said, we all look back at these very moments and take a ride through winding roads of what-could-have-beens and then descends a pall of gloom. Sometimes, we shake ourselves out of our reverie, but more often than not, we desperately need a bulwark of support who will lend us a shoulder or break our fall.
Naught comes to me, for the forsaken are forever doomed, into an eternity of darkness, that drips coldness in an ever narrowing street away from the farthest light, a peculiar bleakness creeping into the very soul which once was the sanctum sanctorum of the thoughts and experiences of my life- a deep recess which none had breached save for the present. Even the darkest of nights are like day to me and the days are unbelievably bright that burns right through, forcing every bit of energy in maintaining a facade of normalcy when all that keeps me alive is a roiling, constantly undulating, furiously turbulent and destructive force of a misplaced anger, a sense of urgency towards envy leading me towards a dreadnaught of negativity which breeds hatred as its heraldry, flies jealousy at its flagpole and spreads out an insulting carpet of desolation to walk upon.
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