In one fell swoop, all that is taken away. How it happened is something you'll probably never find out, but you don't care anyway.
You revisit the sea of sorrow you were previously drowning in, and you now wear lenses that make you color-blind.
'No miracles happen' is the first thought you come across when you begin losing faith in everything you had it in. Veins pop out and you push yourself under a pillow, calling it your best escape.
What you fail to realize is the distance you can run away.
Life is complicated, and I may not have described it well enough, but some moments will tell you what I couldn't.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Moments
You walk into your home, tired and worked up. Anything can spark off a nuclear meltdown within you. You no longer feel home is a sweet home, and you'd rather walk out right this instant.
But choices leave you with no other option. You stay, and you sulk in within yourself, regretting every moment of your existence. Right now, you can't even think straight, because anger has begun driving you, and you are no longer in control of the wheel.
You don't know why you're angry, and as the clock moves forth, the reason becomes like a landscape being shot in macro.
As the cause begins to blur, actions seem to sharpen. You feel it's all just a waste, and you give up.
You kick the can out the window.
Then, a surprising turn of events turn the whole table that you began playing at. It's like your spades just turned into a trinity of hearts. Anger begins rushing out of you like a whirlpool, and colors fill your view. Home is suddenly the sweetest place to be, and life...it couldn't have been better.
Up till now, it's just been a load of similes and metaphors. But when a smile pushes away all that angst, you know miracles do happen.
Life is beautiful, and I may not have described it well enough, but some moments will tell you what I couldn't.
But choices leave you with no other option. You stay, and you sulk in within yourself, regretting every moment of your existence. Right now, you can't even think straight, because anger has begun driving you, and you are no longer in control of the wheel.
You don't know why you're angry, and as the clock moves forth, the reason becomes like a landscape being shot in macro.
As the cause begins to blur, actions seem to sharpen. You feel it's all just a waste, and you give up.
You kick the can out the window.
Then, a surprising turn of events turn the whole table that you began playing at. It's like your spades just turned into a trinity of hearts. Anger begins rushing out of you like a whirlpool, and colors fill your view. Home is suddenly the sweetest place to be, and life...it couldn't have been better.
Up till now, it's just been a load of similes and metaphors. But when a smile pushes away all that angst, you know miracles do happen.
Life is beautiful, and I may not have described it well enough, but some moments will tell you what I couldn't.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
They're coming
Whenever I sit down to write something positive about the government, the police and the like, I feel crippled, and to a certain extent, I move as fast in writing as a snail in the Olympics.
Maybe it's the afterimage of the products of the RGV Factory (among others that portray the law from the dark side) that has influenced me and left me unable to speak out about the fact that all of them aren't evil and/or corrupt.
The truth is that they're all not bad. Some of them do worship their uniforms, and agree to put service before self. The only problem is that some of them are corrupt, and if movies were to be trusted, they've grown in number in the recent past.
Nevertheless, ex dolo malo non oritur actio.
Those who don't resolve to bribes to make an extra penny, are the true heroes. They're the ones you can trust and call for help, because you'll know for sure that they're coming. They're the Saints, and the Saints...well, they're coming.
Maybe it's the afterimage of the products of the RGV Factory (among others that portray the law from the dark side) that has influenced me and left me unable to speak out about the fact that all of them aren't evil and/or corrupt.
The truth is that they're all not bad. Some of them do worship their uniforms, and agree to put service before self. The only problem is that some of them are corrupt, and if movies were to be trusted, they've grown in number in the recent past.
Nevertheless, ex dolo malo non oritur actio.
Those who don't resolve to bribes to make an extra penny, are the true heroes. They're the ones you can trust and call for help, because you'll know for sure that they're coming. They're the Saints, and the Saints...well, they're coming.
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