132nd Post
You know.There are times i wish i was staying somewhere else.
A place in which winter is there all year round.
A place of solitude.
Of peace and quiet.
To get away from the noise.
But sadly.
The place in which i stay in.
Doesn't have winter.
But beggars cannot be choosers.
So i will have to settle for the solitude of the night.
But yet.
There are people who still disturb my solitude peace.
So where can i find a place of total solitude.
In which i can enjoy the silence.
But is self-isolation the solution?
The solution to quell the anger burning inside me?
I don't know.
On one hand i want to spill it all out.
But on the other hand.
Who is trustworthy?
Until i can find someone trustworthy enough.
Guess i can only reveal it in bits and pieces.
But never the entire story.
Sorrow fills my soul in silence.
As i look at my surroundings.
Men fighting each other and tearing each other to pieces.
Because a power hungry person tells them to do so.
Friendships being broken because of some petty quarrels.
Hearts getting shattered over some petty reasoning.
I can only stand by and watch in silent sorrow.
As they bleed.
As they cry.
For there is nothing more i can offer.
Other than the listening ear.
A crying shoulder to lean on.
A tongue that speaks comforting words.
Sometimes i wish i was born deaf.
So that i cannot listen and decipher what is going around me.
Sometimes i wish i was born blind.
So that i do not see what's happening around me.
And with those in hand.
I wouldn't have to suffer in silence.
And hate life.
But that is not the case.
As my spirit sheds its silent tears.
My mortal body wonders.
"What Next"?
And the answer?
"I have no idea".
And so.
A lost and confused spirit i shall remain.
Until i find my answers.
There are times in which i feel like picking up a razor blade.
To either make myself blind.
Or to slice open all the veins.
To let the blood flow.
To die silently and painlessly.
A place in which winter is there all year round.
A place of solitude.
Of peace and quiet.
To get away from the noise.
But sadly.
The place in which i stay in.
Doesn't have winter.
But beggars cannot be choosers.
So i will have to settle for the solitude of the night.
But yet.
There are people who still disturb my solitude peace.
So where can i find a place of total solitude.
In which i can enjoy the silence.
But is self-isolation the solution?
The solution to quell the anger burning inside me?
I don't know.
On one hand i want to spill it all out.
But on the other hand.
Who is trustworthy?
Until i can find someone trustworthy enough.
Guess i can only reveal it in bits and pieces.
But never the entire story.
Sorrow fills my soul in silence.
As i look at my surroundings.
Men fighting each other and tearing each other to pieces.
Because a power hungry person tells them to do so.
Friendships being broken because of some petty quarrels.
Hearts getting shattered over some petty reasoning.
I can only stand by and watch in silent sorrow.
As they bleed.
As they cry.
For there is nothing more i can offer.
Other than the listening ear.
A crying shoulder to lean on.
A tongue that speaks comforting words.
Sometimes i wish i was born deaf.
So that i cannot listen and decipher what is going around me.
Sometimes i wish i was born blind.
So that i do not see what's happening around me.
And with those in hand.
I wouldn't have to suffer in silence.
And hate life.
But that is not the case.
As my spirit sheds its silent tears.
My mortal body wonders.
"What Next"?
And the answer?
"I have no idea".
And so.
A lost and confused spirit i shall remain.
Until i find my answers.
There are times in which i feel like picking up a razor blade.
To either make myself blind.
Or to slice open all the veins.
To let the blood flow.
To die silently and painlessly.
