August 18, 2010
In the end.
As the winter breeze flies down by our side the world continues to turn.
Our hearts, no longer beating in unison, now beat only alone, unaccompanied by each others.
The sky, now a lime green, sooths our soul as we lie down upon the grass. The clouds dance lightyly, forming shapes from each motion to motion.
The cry of far away violence haunts us as we enjoy the peace.
The moan of sorrow wraps itself around us.
The guilt slides upon our throat and enters our stomach where it is destroyed, never to be seen again.
We breathe, as the sun begins to set.
The breeze begins to stop and the sky begins turns to normal – whatever our perception of normal is.
Say goodbye to that place. Say goodbye to it all.
You never thought it could leave, or you’d ever have to leave it,
But today, its your turn. So, pack your things.
Don’t cry. You don’t need to cry.
Our body begins to fall taking down the emotions which we tried to hard to suppress.
We cry knowing we don’t need too.
We break down knowing they are going to stop us.
We resist knowing they can’t beat us.
We stop fighting knowing that there is no place for us here.
We stopped fighting knowing that where we’re going, there will be a place for us.
We realise that all of this isn’t worth fighting for.
It will all end up the same way.
Desolate, forgotten, alone.
What point is there fighting for a world that will only be fought against in the future?
What point is there fighting for events that will only be overruled by time, by others, by the inevitable?
What point is there in trying to be someone that will be remembered when others strive to achieve the same as you do and when they have time on their side?
What point is there to a life which will only become one of the past, which, in time, will become another plot in the graveyard and another tombstone to grant you eternal peace?
Thanks for reading,
Jacob xo
philyabootz said,
September 17, 2010 at 2:40 pm
How’s it going? Hope all is well.