The Final Note

They had the freedom to do anything and everything, and they did, as their emotions dictated. I despised that freedom to feel because it can be manipulated by the demons of this cruel world.
Punished, tortured, downtrodden, I refused to die a meaningless death. I wanted to make it epic, if nothing else. My traumatized past had forged me into a person devoid of emotions. I believed this dark, twisted tunnel of self-slavery was my only triumphant salvation.
"The emotionally stunted will always win at everything but lose at life.", she told me the last time I saw her. How ironic, I thought as I looked over her lifeless corpse in front of me.
Yet another example of exploited freedom of emotions. But wasn't it me who manipulated it? For the first time I feel something. I feel tragedy.
How tragic is it that the demon that manipulated the freedom of hers and mine was just me. I guess the Golden Gate Bridge would be epic enough.
"I wonder if there will be any light at the end of your tunnel." she used to say. I know I always said the answer was no, but I'm sorry I didn't know better, I'm sorry it had to come to this.
But the correct answer now is not anymore.

-

You have to sustain the dark in order to appreciate the light, you have to battle with vigour so that you can feel victorious, you have to morph yourself through failures for you to comprehend true success, you have to be hungry for the food to be enticing, you have to let go, so that you can be in control again.
There have to be challenges and difficulties for the prize to be special.
Value demands hardship.
Because if everything is exuberant and full of pizzazz, nothing really is.

-

The sublimity of my dreams fizzled out into the subtleties of my reality without any hint of regret whatsoever.

-

It's preceded by an honest initiative towards intimacy

-

A fulfilled aura overcoming shackles of monotony

-

Aspirations and inspirations always go hand in hand. When you aspire to reach greater heights, you inspire a stronger will among others to reach those heights.

-

It is mellow,
It is warm,
It compelled us to grow,
But also did deform.
A beacon of hope,
A hub of cruelty
We, coerced to mope
But also enlightened to civility.
The vitalizer of life, the harbinger of mirth,
A big old, mammoth dome
It indeed is, the Earth,
And what makes the planet, our home.

-

The smell of irresponsibility

-

Sliding into a brand new tuxedo, he readied himself down to the T. He arrived a couple of minutes to mindnight, barely on time.
An abrupt jolt of ecstacy ran through his body as he exited the cab in bottled excitement. Combed hair, lucid eyes, a captivating stance and limitless delight urged intense confidence inside of him, as he lifted the lillies boldly.
His alluring eyes turned into an anxious look, his unbounded euphoria morphed into volatile shivers, an enthralling persona faded into a frightfully trepid one, as he marched sheepishly towards the door.
He tried to calm himself.
Shoving those feelings aside, picking up courage he knocked on the door as midnight struck.
The door opened and there she was, bewitching him all over.
Carefully adjusting the bouquet, he let out a broad smile and popped the question,"Will you be my valentine?"

-

The Existence Of Iniquitous Oblivion

-