Snapshots 10: Untitled.

Tonight,
I go to sleep.
And I secretly wish,
that I die, and never wake up.

Because I can't take this shit anymore,
To live this charade and put on fake smiles,
And pretend to be alive,
When secretly,
A part of me died long ago.

All I'm waiting is for this body to follow.

- e.s.

Snapshots 9: A Quote

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“The world is too big for love to be real. There are too many people in the world to ever know, beyond everything, that you are with the right person. That your heart is as swollen as it can be. Think of all the people in China. It is unlikely anyone will ever meet all of them.

 

How can we know for certain, that trapped inside a foreign language and thumping in a foreign heart there isn’t a love that is meant for us. The infinite possibility of existence, its limitless potential, is the proof that we need that love is nothing more than an imagination, a human folly, friendship swollen with self-importance, a final retreat from the storm of possibility.

 

The love of our life could so easily have been someone else. It is random and accidental, haphazard and unsystematic. That which we feel for one person, clinging on to the delusion of destiny, could so easily be felt for a million people should the timing and the meetings and the mutual readiness have coalesced at some other time in some other place. Should someone else have accepted us or rejected us then everything would have been different.

 

And once we know this, we know that all love is a lie. Not honesty but deception. Not heroism but cowardice. An unspoken agreement of mutual consolidation and compromise, a shield from possibility and a bed in which to sleep, nothing more than that.

 

But I do still miss her.”

- Daniel Kitson

Snapshots 8: Berhenti Berharap

Why wait? Why wait, indeed.

Random

I'm wondering where you are;
And I wish you well.
But why aren't we still talking?

Snapshots 7: Sunset

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