It’s been tough, and one of those days when the miseries don’t stop and everywhere you turn around, the very glimmer of hope seems to fade away. Proverbially, it reminds me of walls closing in from all sides leaving me on the verge of panic and desperation. It also reminds me of a sinking man, whose body tries to reach out, shout in the hope of being rescued, hoping for a helping hand from somewhere.
If words could describe what I’m going through, this would be it. But I’m still clinging on, from the cliff of my sanity, praying to the almighty, the force that envelops us all. Is this a harsh lesson, those whiplashes of fate that have left a scar around me. Maybe it’s not bad after all, maybe in retrospect those scars will well my eyes with tears of pride for having risen from the ashes. Maybe.
Those veils of laughter cover my agony, for I don’t wish to burden my thoughts in perpetuity. But the chain of thoughts, detour my mind back to its hapless torrent of emotions, one that can’t be concealed or camouflaged for too long.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
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