You take my breathe away. Wind blown, heart shattered, and laid waste to the rubble dancing under the moonlight. Sweet, tenderized beams that stroke my face, adoring the ornamental contours and distortions.
There are many things in the world that break us down, wrecking permanent damage on our already-fallen pride and bruised confidence. But when you watch the world from above it pains you so. The fallen peek skywards, hesitant with their actions, but the pseudo-Gods never asked for this. The stringent misallocation and stratification of mankind is an absolute rather than a choice.
Angelic ruins and demonic praise. Love me not, hate me not. It is a compelling dilemma.. to the rest of the world, everyone craves for the success and recognition. The struggle to perceived humanity-a means to an end. And we cuddle in the cradle of lock down, drowned out in the deafening silence; pitch black yet blinding to our withered eyes.
We all want to be young forever, to run free from the miseries of pursuit and competition. I want to run free. I want to run. Free. Don't you? Won't you?
Just let me be gone. Begone. I look back sometimes and a part of me never desired such 'happiness'. These false certification of merits only accord misfortune and unending tones of cynicism. Everyone sneers at you; and the isolated compliments are drenched in sarcasm.
Period.
