When this deep sorrow became my companion, I do not know. Life had passed me by as I was running fast trying to catch up. It was a place where time didn’t exist. Spirits of dismay and anguish exhaled sighs of wretchedness and mourning. Unforgiving and poisonous thoughts made their way into a faint heart where fear and affliction resided. Innocence is not a crime, apathy and surrender are the greater sins. And so, life moved on, fearful, breathless, disoriented.
Moments of serenity are rare now. I am not strong. I am unable to see the good in front of me. There is no good in purgatory. Reality stings and burns all hope and there’s nothing but the smell of ashes and rotten flesh in my nostrils. I have left this world long ago. I am the creator of my misery for I have surrendered. I have lost touch with the person whom I used to be.
I do not exist for others nor can I exist through them. My pain is my true identity. No one can feel it, no one can claim it, no one can own it. Walk away from the norms. Those who create the rules haven’t lived your story. They don’t know what you know and their torment is not your torment. Walk away from their truths and let your own words speak. They are not wiser. The agony of passions precedes the joys of creation; your pen is the chisel carving eternal beauty in marble.