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Nov 30, 2011

Speak The Words I Want To Hear, To Make My Demons Run

Tragedy strikes through our lives like lightning across a storm cloud; it seems to cut through the darkness of raindrops and dust, sharp and clear. The flash of light is like an explosion contained within the clouds and although seemingly whole to the naked eye, only the cloud really knows what destruction the atmospheric electricity has wreaked within.
And then come the rain and winds and the darkness, water and dust create a blur. You don’t know where to go and where to hide. You go through the motions like a puppet in the hands of an amateur puppeteer; unable to stand on both feet at the same time, never in one place for too long, constantly being jerked around. Your emotions are haphazard and you feel everything with full force.
Then the dust settles and you are finally able to comprehend the intensity of the devastation. You know what part of you is gone forever, how much is broken, but can still be salvaged and how much left untouched.
And now, you make your choice. Do you try to rebuild from what was left behind? Or do you start over completely new; forgetting everything you loved and cared about, erasing all memories of what was once before, even that which was left untouched and just be someone else?
Or do you chase the storm?


2 comments:

  1. Life is never easy for anyone in the world. So the only solution I find to this problem is to keep training yourself hard from day one. Nahi ?

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  2. I know. But sometimes, I wish the storm wouldn't come just as I've started to put up the structure.

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