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Perhaps today I've seen reality- The ugly, demonic side of reality.
The deep, sinking sensation has, at last, found its way to me, to tell me mockingly that this is not a dream.
4 more days.
4 more days and it wld be sealed like that forever.
The inexplicable pain of waiting... waiting for something which might cease to exist in the very beginning has returned back to torture my soul.
The world seems so unfriendly suddenly,
releasing that flicker of hope which I naively acknowlege,
that glimpse of heaven which I fervently seek,
only to plunge me down to the endless depth below later to befriend darkness.
Circumstances, although so different, becomes conspicuously, strikingly similar because of the terrible sensation of waiting... helplessly.
For I, hold no power, to decide the fate which is no longer mine.
I lack the conviction that all would be well in the end,
because circumstances have hardened the optimist,
because evidence has let down the idealist,
because really,
reality doesnt work the way miracles do, all the time.
But even though strongly aware,
my consciousness is unwilling,
somewhere deep down in the psyche,
the devil continues whispering, urging- There's hope there's hope.
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Do you know...
Hope is a cruel thing?
The deep, sinking sensation has, at last, found its way to me, to tell me mockingly that this is not a dream.
4 more days.
4 more days and it wld be sealed like that forever.
The inexplicable pain of waiting... waiting for something which might cease to exist in the very beginning has returned back to torture my soul.
The world seems so unfriendly suddenly,
releasing that flicker of hope which I naively acknowlege,
that glimpse of heaven which I fervently seek,
only to plunge me down to the endless depth below later to befriend darkness.
Circumstances, although so different, becomes conspicuously, strikingly similar because of the terrible sensation of waiting... helplessly.
For I, hold no power, to decide the fate which is no longer mine.
I lack the conviction that all would be well in the end,
because circumstances have hardened the optimist,
because evidence has let down the idealist,
because really,
reality doesnt work the way miracles do, all the time.
But even though strongly aware,
my consciousness is unwilling,
somewhere deep down in the psyche,
the devil continues whispering, urging- There's hope there's hope.
________________________________________________________
Do you know...
Hope is a cruel thing?