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. Days spill into weeks,
Weeks into months,
And months into years.
Years, I've spent lost in this never-ending ocean of pain.
It only grows as the reasons fall like raindrops from the ever cloudy gray skies.
Each day; so different and yet the same.
I've never cursed life, I pity it.
It inspires me; all the unimaginable horrors that it must have born witness to.
I wonder how many times that it has had its heart broken,
How many deaths it suffered through;
Deaths of those that existed long ago,
and even more sorrowful,
The deaths of those still alive,
And of the numerous times it has felt itself die.
I wonder how many times life wished that it could just fade away into nothing,
And yet must go on,
For with each death, new hope is born;
A new little light to grace the world,
And for them, it must keep being; gifting them the greatest of all sacrifices.
Hope is what I curse.
Hope; the cruelest of them all.
We're tired, life and I, of navigating these waters where with every turn, a new enemy awaits us.
We're spectators, and yet still a part of this world; neither here, nor there.
And we keep our distance, from all the faces we see and the lives they lead,
As with every interaction,
We realise that it is always people that make us feel the most alone,
And it is always people, that hurt us the most.
We feed our own loneliness,
But how desperate we are,
For just one faithful friend,
For just a little good,
For just a little company.
And I suspect that if given the opportunity,
It would do almost anything to end this pain.
I wonder if it wonders too, how much one can take
I wonder if it's at once both awed and repelled too, by our capacity for it.
I wonder if it wishes too,
that if we were never meant to leave these unsteady waters to set foot on the steady shores of home,
then that one day, this pain will be great enough,
For us to finally break; for us to finally be at peace.