The passing of one week of school literally felt like yet another grueling year has gone by and even sleep seems to have failed to ameliorate this bleak situation. Tired and drained out but at the very least, my sacrifices will are brought on for naught.
In moments like these, people often chide you for not following your dreams or listening to your heart. Perhaps such an advice is not timely where I stand sinking in this muddy ground. All I hear are the convoluted overlaps of my heart palpitating, a misconstrued vision of happiness.
Barred by the gates of being honest and holding on to a facade of honest lies, one can only hope to stay imprisoned for as long as one can. To be a slave beats facing the terrible truth because you can continue to sit on the fence and long to be alliances.
And still the beating gets louder, like the drums during a lion dance, deafening in the serene tranquility that steals your soul. And even when we speak, sometimes your words get drowned out by the incessant noise, roaring above the crowd. But to be able to gaze into that endless void--and like a drug it swallows me--I am content.
You've cornered me on this board; I do surrender. As long as the game never ends.
Check.
Check.
Check.
Checkma...
