In the tempting silence I sense this bitterness in the air, I hear my thoughts echo, but I see them vanish like a mist in open space. Word’s floating like little feathers, “..and they lived happily ever after with a baby boy and a dog to care for” contradicting the very same “… he died of a heart attack” or maybe a bullet. No matter what, ‘the not so nice end’ stands out right in front of you. Soft and slow, pinching in deeper and stronger; like an injection inserted in through your skin, however to come out as a knife from your stomach; ones thoughts only seem to enjoy the play.How funny one is often found mocking fairy tales; jeering at their “happily ever afters” . So easily we take no notice of the frequently used phrases like “life is a bitter truth” or “life is just unfair”. Like a pinch of salt scattered about in a vessel meant to serve food to 10 persons; tasteless is what best describes those words. How simple it may seem talking about life using two or a few adjectives to explain such experiences. But can the extremely vinegary experiences of life be put together so simply in a conversation? Can an ending of an experience be what best describes your bitter truth?Touch a deep wound while its healing, that’s what I believe 'the bitter truth' of life feels like. The burning sensation, the restlessness, the helplessness and the emotional mix you feel a midst your bad times. Holding a discussions with an air of knowledge based on a trail of some petty incident that may have been a bad experience once, isn't typically reflective of your bitter times. In fact it is the reality of the stinging experiences that sinks in only once life’s slap has left its fingerprints longer than was expected. It is the presence of that scar on your list of good memories that comes back to haunt you with a timely break. A truth you may wish to leave behind, but never can. A truth that traces its way to where you’re hiding, that slithers around you like a snake, eerily. Tracing Ink: The bitter truth of life is not how things end up, but instead is about how things remain like, for days till you reach the end of your experience. For after the end, the bitter bit about life is over.
In the tempting silence I sense this bitterness in the air, I hear my thoughts echo, but I see them vanish like a mist in open space. Word’s floating like little feathers, “..and they lived happily ever after with a baby boy and a dog to care for” contradicting the very same “… he died of a heart attack” or maybe a bullet. No matter what, ‘the not so nice end’ stands out right in front of you. Soft and slow, pinching in deeper and stronger; like an injection inserted in through your skin, however to come out as a knife from your stomach; ones thoughts only seem to enjoy the play.How funny one is often found mocking fairy tales; jeering at their “happily ever afters” . So easily we take no notice of the frequently used phrases like “life is a bitter truth” or “life is just unfair”. Like a pinch of salt scattered about in a vessel meant to serve food to 10 persons; tasteless is what best describes those words. How simple it may seem talking about life using two or a few adjectives to explain such experiences. But can the extremely vinegary experiences of life be put together so simply in a conversation? Can an ending of an experience be what best describes your bitter truth?Touch a deep wound while its healing, that’s what I believe 'the bitter truth' of life feels like. The burning sensation, the restlessness, the helplessness and the emotional mix you feel a midst your bad times. Holding a discussions with an air of knowledge based on a trail of some petty incident that may have been a bad experience once, isn't typically reflective of your bitter times. In fact it is the reality of the stinging experiences that sinks in only once life’s slap has left its fingerprints longer than was expected. It is the presence of that scar on your list of good memories that comes back to haunt you with a timely break. A truth you may wish to leave behind, but never can. A truth that traces its way to where you’re hiding, that slithers around you like a snake, eerily. Tracing Ink: The bitter truth of life is not how things end up, but instead is about how things remain like, for days till you reach the end of your experience. For after the end, the bitter bit about life is over.
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