we all have our apocalyptic and buoyant days. some of us have been assigned different fractions of hurt and exultation.i’d say my revelatory days triumph the vibrant ones.it’s almost sadistic how you grow with the soreness and become one with it.when the throbbing has been knocking at your door for a while now, you open the door and embrace her. these soul abrasions are selfish though.they take up an infinite amount of space in you leaving you with none for people to come in and make a home out of you.it’s just you and your thoughts living unchaperoned.but as you grow accustomed to this erratic kinship with anguish, you learn to tame it. an emotional conundrum is what it is.once this paradox is actualized in you, your soul impulsively refines the all the good as deplorable.so when life ripples out like how she’s anticipated it, you tend to embosom her all the more.
you can only feel so much until nonchalance consumes you whole.when does tenderness turn into a burden?how do you go back to being empathetic without suspicion?how many apologies can you offer until you have nothing left to feel sorry about? when does apathy start slithering in, piling up walls of angst, choking your devotion?how do we exhibit these disjointed fragments?
appreciation only lasts until familiarity grows disdainful.we beings are ill fated with an ungrateful arch in our backs to abandon the existence of objects and people in our lives in a flicker.the transition from desire to possession to complacency is a path we can’t seem to forsake.it’s absurd how the significance of everything in our lives is scheduled to fade out at our disposal and astounding how much power we hold over gratitude yet how we effortlessly choose to chase the next novel object or person.human nature is always fighting a losing battle with avarice.