Frustration release, the blow of a hurt psyche, and the little rattle of an angry bug wrestling inside your mind…you breathe, you breathe again and you let it go. Well, at least you think that’s what happens.
Your mind falls into abyss of empty void, filled with unseen poison and stuffy air of regret. You store the memory, securing its fate into a minuscule pocket within your dura mater, letting go of the grips from so-unwanted reality. You scream inside your soul, wanting to rip apart the feelings, to shed the gray cloud of being unsatisfied.
And then…
You swallow the pride, take matter into your own hands and dismiss the nagging pocking of the guilt to follow. You imagine the worst and live for the best, while balancing an ever-fragile mind, full of fear.
And then….you stop, you listen to your heart and to your mind, you decide what’s to rule your life and you let it lead. You dismiss insignificant pests of the mundane world with their putrid opinions and attitudes. You see the clear view of their intentions, like snakes slightly in a smile-stance, ready to attack. You see the shining fangs, filled with agonizing filth, ready to pierce into your shaken world. You face it. You face it all….You choose to stand and not fall before the danger. You choose to face and let it strike, while giving it the blow it can not handle – your mere presence reinforced with will to live above the dirt of this world. You see yourself as a intricate puzzle piece within the web of this universe, being as important as any other living creature, having the right to be.
An ever-present struggle between the good and the bad, the intelligentsia and the philistines, the white and the black. Pretty small to stage, but yet inevitably impossible to solve. It is a fact of every day life, of every day hurt, of every day happiness.
And then…
The dream of a sparkling, clean, effervescent breeze, encompassing your whole body, caressing the tender heart, letting the steam evaporate into the clouds of cotton. You dream of heaven, filled with smiles and ice cream cones, yelps of a helpless puppy, sheets smothered with scents of a cheap perfume... translucent silk of the mountain air densely coating your lungs. You want the simplicity of the moment to last. You crave the outlet of felicity to engulf you in flames of pleasure. You dream…
And, you wake up and the mind falls into the abyss of empty void…
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