Wednesday, March 07, 2007
..sTrings.
Can you hear it calling? Can you feel the burning? The flames dancing before your eyes, the acid melting away the emotions that only cause pain. Is there nothing left for you? Is there nothing left in the emptiness that does nothing but surround and encompass everything that you are?
What is it? The calls, the laughter, the smiles, the tears? Where do they come from? Where does the pain start from? Scourging away everything. All sanity. All hope. All faith. Until only you are left. You and you alone.
Nothing but you and your thoughts.
Morbid thoughts that scare you and scream for you to lose control and start being what you have always wanted to be, or something you have always dreamed of. Of something that has always been so much more than a mile a way. A chance.
A chance!
All you ask for is a chance to live, to breathe. A chance to finally be what you were destined to be. With all of your soul you try to fight, fight until the last breath has been drawn. But, after all, you cannot do anything about it. Like a puppet with double knotted strings, you dance and prance the way they want you to.
Obeying every selfish whim of others, following every order, singing every song, dancing every dance without rest. Until your eyes becomes as dull as a brown and muddy marble, and your heart dead.
But you still think.
And hope.
And wait.
You wait for the day until someone comes along with a pair of the sharpest scissors ever known to man, with a mind who accepts you for who you are, with a soul who will understand that you are as empty as the puppet you are portraying, with words that will comfort and soothe, to rest your weary and dead soul, with a heart that is willing enough to heal the brokeness of your limbs and your entire being, the strings will be cut and you will be free.
Freedom.
And then that someone will carry you up, put you under their wings until you find yourself, your real self, again. And you find that you are not alone anymore and that your thoughts are not morbid anymore but filled with the longing to live again.
Hoping…
Hoping…
Hoping that somehow, this new life will be different.
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awww... yes, kaya yan! it's going to be so different, so much better than how you want it to be. You have the freedom na. You have the capacity too. Kelangan mo nalang ata ng chances. and one solid chance is all that you might need to break free. and, you're not alone. anu ba. there are a lot of people who care for you. and in that, i envy you so much.
for a long time na, that's what ive been trying to tell you (not show you, kase mali if i use myself as an example), you don't have to obey every selfish whim of others, nor follow their every order. be yourself, do what you want (within reason of course). never let it be said that your freedom has been taken away from you.
on my part, you can count on it, when you take that chance, no matter what you choose to do, whatever the consequences, you won't be left alone.
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