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The fruits of life, the juicy fillings, the delicious icings on a cake, that make us yearn for the taste of those cakes. Why are they all shared so unevenly? Why is it, that while some of us get to enjoy, devour, feast on those juicy bits, those unlucky enough get only the empty shells?
Is it fate that determines who get to live happy? Is it fate that decides whether we deserve the happiness? If it is, whatever it is, why do they tempt us.. Tempt us and throw to demise. Lure us to traps, nature chains us to our hearts only to play and toy with us. Forces us to feel, care, love, holds the doors to happiness open in front of us, only to slam it shut in front of our face if we, the most unfortunate of souls, dare step too near.
Why is this all so unfair..? So hurtful.. So vain..
Maybe I'm a dreamer, maybe I am. A believer of a better tomorrow. Only to be a receiver of pain. Receiver of hate. Redeemer of my sins with no salvation..
Is it worth to live, is it worth to fight to live? What's worth living, in this world? Who has the right to put us through a hell and demand the faith for a heaven?
Lost.. What can we do when our compass shows south is west-east? Are we to split in two, or stand still and wait for salvation? No direction shown, fog arises upon us. It clouds our vision, shrouds our minds. Darkness soon follows, ultimate and supreme blindness. Is it night? What can you do to shelter yourself from the beasts of the night? Or do you stand still, waiting for them to tear you apart.. That is a choice, that is an alternative. Where are your guiding stars when you need them the most? Behind that fog enshrouded to mist? Is there a way to clear the air, light up the sky, to find your guiding star? How much strength do you need for it?
No place to find strength in the first place. Dried empty, empty of love, empty of emotions, empty of meanings, reasons, goals, hopes, dreams and everything that ever gave you strength. Isn't it better to just give up when all you fought for, is gone..?
When all you hoped for, the dreams you had, have vanished..
What's left, is you, and infinity. But infinity is vast, too vast to face on your own..
With no one to start the journey to it together with you, everyone left with their own agenda, alone you sit down and humbly feast on those empty shells, enshrouded to the dark deep and dense mist, hoping for a better tomorrow. You hope to see a brighter light in the upcoming day. Hoping it'll come. Giving yourself to the hands of fate, once again.
Only time, will tell..