‘There’s a means to an end, and what does the end truly mean?’
-The Puppet Master
A time of respite comes after every big battle. Where many have died not long ago and many wounds were inflicted, where the spirits of hatred permeated the scene, now only quiescence remains.
An empty house, the echoes of the crystallized tears breaking upon contact with the ground fill the air. Where once there was love there is now resentment, where there was passion uncontrolled desires reign, where there was understanding there’s just confusion left.
You wake up in your bed one day, alone. Your only companions have been your pillows, sheets and the sun, the only ones caressing your chest now.
It feels as if we are in a vortex. The Limbo or Hades itself would seem like an easier place to live in.
The end is just happening. We are living through it.
It is not over…
The end is just a step away from the new beginning.
The sheets in your bed will comfort you while you’re sleeping, the sun will wake you up without an argument, his warmth the one you have not felt for long.
A new day has arrived. There is so much to do. Things happen for a reason, they say. Close the last chapter and sigh, breath out in relief that the burden was already carried, set in place. Reward yourself.
-The Puppet Master
A time of respite comes after every big battle. Where many have died not long ago and many wounds were inflicted, where the spirits of hatred permeated the scene, now only quiescence remains.
An empty house, the echoes of the crystallized tears breaking upon contact with the ground fill the air. Where once there was love there is now resentment, where there was passion uncontrolled desires reign, where there was understanding there’s just confusion left.
You wake up in your bed one day, alone. Your only companions have been your pillows, sheets and the sun, the only ones caressing your chest now.
It feels as if we are in a vortex. The Limbo or Hades itself would seem like an easier place to live in.
The end is just happening. We are living through it.
It is not over…
The end is just a step away from the new beginning.
The sheets in your bed will comfort you while you’re sleeping, the sun will wake you up without an argument, his warmth the one you have not felt for long.
A new day has arrived. There is so much to do. Things happen for a reason, they say. Close the last chapter and sigh, breath out in relief that the burden was already carried, set in place. Reward yourself.
Pull the ivy's thorns from around your heart out, it will hurt in the process, but do it promptly lest your heart be wounded beyond repair.
Forgive…
…forget…
Lesson learned: ‘Rise up and smile, and you’ll shine more than the purest of gold’
Forgive…
…forget…
Lesson learned: ‘Rise up and smile, and you’ll shine more than the purest of gold’
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