a guys walking he really doesnt know where he is going. he thinks about this he thinks about that. and suddenly realises he`s lost. why though he thought? it wasnt like life hadnt been good. he had good parents he didnt really appreciate. he had a good family who he had never really cared for. not as he should have he thought. he had a good education but it could have been better, could have done better. and he could have had a series of great relationships if he or the other person hadnt screwed up. nice he thought. pathetic.
and he see`s a road. a path actually. its goes on for a long time. insecure and alone he follows it. and yes he does get screwed. makes him think what the fuck, and that he should give up on it. the path was twisting, winding, going up and going down. most of the time it made him dizzy. actually made him throw up. but then again he was lost and this was a path. faith, was it? he thought that was making him walk. jog and sometimes run on this path. faith that someday the path would end and he would find what he was looking for. a laugh, a cackle inside him. a hoarse voice started speaking. "think you`re good enough to hope?" that was all it said.
self worth, what was it? self esteem? the will to beleive that if you beleive you can do something that you can achieve that? thats inspirational he thought. if i have the will i can i do anything. but what about things which are impossible he thought? i cant fly. even if i flapped my hands and arms. and had the will to. what he didnt realise was there was a limit to ones will.
sweet dreams, he woke up from one of them. envied being asleep he thought. it was his version of reality. his kingdom. he was god. sigh. the path was still not ending. and he was tired and hungry. thirsty. reality was reality he thought then. it never changed. you can escape from it but cant hide it. be ignorant to it but still, its in the back of your mind. pinching, squeezing to get out. AAAAAAAhhhhh. the path had ceased to exist and he fell.
he didnt know how long he kept falling. he saw hands reaching for him just didnt know how to reach them. and which hand to choose. the ones on the right or the ones on the left? which one? someone once told him. "lifes like gambling, whatever you do. when you cross the street, when you buy a new car, when you are taking a shower. when you need to trust somebody". he grabs a hand.
its white. the whole person was white. was it a male or female. he coundnt tell. looked human though. excpet for the wings. and being exceptionally white. he takes out his police sunglasses and puts them on.
"why were you falling?" he/she/it asked
"i didnt choose to" he answered
"destiny is chosen, the path you walk is chosen, life is a choice. its your choice" he/she/it said
"what?" he said with a glazed look
he/she/it smiled. atleast thats what he thought he/she/it was doing. and then dissapeared. great he thought. give me a riddle and vanish. nice. a laugh, a cackle inside him. a hollow voice said; "complain about life, but perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. try to find out what he/she/it meant".
and he see`s a road. a path actually. its goes on for a long time. insecure and alone he follows it. and yes he does get screwed. makes him think what the fuck, and that he should give up on it. the path was twisting, winding, going up and going down. most of the time it made him dizzy. actually made him throw up. but then again he was lost and this was a path. faith, was it? he thought that was making him walk. jog and sometimes run on this path. faith that someday the path would end and he would find what he was looking for. a laugh, a cackle inside him. a hoarse voice started speaking. "think you`re good enough to hope?" that was all it said.
self worth, what was it? self esteem? the will to beleive that if you beleive you can do something that you can achieve that? thats inspirational he thought. if i have the will i can i do anything. but what about things which are impossible he thought? i cant fly. even if i flapped my hands and arms. and had the will to. what he didnt realise was there was a limit to ones will.
sweet dreams, he woke up from one of them. envied being asleep he thought. it was his version of reality. his kingdom. he was god. sigh. the path was still not ending. and he was tired and hungry. thirsty. reality was reality he thought then. it never changed. you can escape from it but cant hide it. be ignorant to it but still, its in the back of your mind. pinching, squeezing to get out. AAAAAAAhhhhh. the path had ceased to exist and he fell.
he didnt know how long he kept falling. he saw hands reaching for him just didnt know how to reach them. and which hand to choose. the ones on the right or the ones on the left? which one? someone once told him. "lifes like gambling, whatever you do. when you cross the street, when you buy a new car, when you are taking a shower. when you need to trust somebody". he grabs a hand.
its white. the whole person was white. was it a male or female. he coundnt tell. looked human though. excpet for the wings. and being exceptionally white. he takes out his police sunglasses and puts them on.
"why were you falling?" he/she/it asked
"i didnt choose to" he answered
"destiny is chosen, the path you walk is chosen, life is a choice. its your choice" he/she/it said
"what?" he said with a glazed look
he/she/it smiled. atleast thats what he thought he/she/it was doing. and then dissapeared. great he thought. give me a riddle and vanish. nice. a laugh, a cackle inside him. a hollow voice said; "complain about life, but perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. try to find out what he/she/it meant".
2 comments:
paths are u no...umm....sticky and disgusting. just have to have patience and faith and a loving partner. u should seriously think about what the he/she/it said and the smile too.
nice read...
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