Thursday, August 27, 2009
Grief.
The act of letting sorrow flow freely...so overpowering that we tried to push it away in the hope that it'll disappear. But it can't. won't. doesn't. Not until it has run its full course. It's an abundant of feeling that must find a way to burn itself. Sometimes a lifetime to burn away. Initially it dulls your senses. Everything seems to move in slow motion. Every meaning that your life ever had, doesn't seem to make much sense now. You feel no joy, no anger, no sadness. Then at some point of time, all the senses becoming hypersensitive. The constant pain in your heart that feels like your soul is being ripped apart. The screaming within you, so loud that you're sure someone would have heard it. But no one did. That's why you're still here. Even if they had heard. They didn't understand what they were hearing.
Humans can't communicate through thoughts alone. But if people didn't listen. Who would want to talk? This is so messed up. Drowning in the unfathomable. Swimming in the delusions.
Secret questions should only be answered by secret answers.
