Indian Ameri
Friday
Definitely not confused. Just a Blurt!
Somehow this quicksand is different from the rest. This one's already sunk me to the underbelly and this time it's too personal. I can't kick sand to sink faster and I can't yell for help coz am stranded in nowhere. This is never me, sinking silently. I hope the pit is shallow or the best thing, I hold my breath and dive deep into it searching for a wormhole.But the real truth is "Am smiling at the route I took before I walked into this trap"
Mom though knows the reasons that made me an atheist, she wants me to pray to The Lord; The one final act I'm resisting to ensure my integrity in self. Dad finally understood that I wear the religious chain in the memory of his words and deeds and not in respect for the Lord. But I am trapped in a world which makes me regret even believing the existence of someone miraculous above me to a level that I want to break open the shackles of my life and the chain and throw it far and deep into the ocean, never to be found and felt. I am too bold to go anonymous for the rest of my life. Fuck Reality. I'll fucken recover somehow. Am too proud to fucken give up so easily.
2 Comments:
For some posts, writing a comment is kinda inane... right?
So... you get 1 BIGGG HUGGGG and 3 "there..there" pats on the back instead.
P.S. Not to sound idiotic, BUT, I still believe there's SomeONE or SomeTHING up there; albeit with a sick streak of sadistic humor which surfaces time and time again, especially when we don't need it.
Dunno about you, but I feel stronger every time after the poop hits the fan..
@ the Nut: Thanks for the hug and pat...
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