Melancholy!
The sun slowly rose across the horizon. I stood on the beach, swooning over the cold winter air as it crashed against my face. It was still dark as the orange hue slowly and steadily prodded through the morning sky. It had become a habit for me to come and observe the sunrise in the morning. The waves sang a tune of sorrow to complement the way I felt. I sat down in the cold sand, a few feet away from the waters and asked myself, Why Me?
I felt the weight of the entire world on my shoulders. Unable
to hold on to the flimsy little things in life. A burden of sorrow and the pain
without joy hassled and harried my mind constantly. I could not do the simple
things in life without a speck of grief and pain.
I did not ask for a castle made of chocolates or a crown made
of diamonds. I asked for a spark of joy and happiness before I lay down in bed
to rest. I asked for a moment of peace before the sunset and dusk. Was it my
frivolous past which I know nothing about, or is it me in the moment?
The waves continued their song as I stood and observed the
frothy waves crash against each other as the calming ocean behind them sat and watched.
The sun was still not visible entirely, but the sky was bright as day. The sky
painted its orange hue, but my mind was spiralling into frivolous darkness and
its aftermath. The cold wind added to my sorrow as my blood boiled with
melancholic mist and pain. The never-ending pain.
The sun's rays spread their wings as they ascended into
heaven and shone brightly down on the feeble planet. I tried to understand my
place on the face of the vast cosmos. The puzzle of never-ending sorrow is called
life. The pieces scrambled so severely that there was no way to put them
together. I searched for solace and wanted to say goodbye to the cruel world
but couldn't.
The cold shores warmed to the sun as it slowly rose from the
ocean abyss that swallowed it. The water sparkled and glittered against the
shining sun. I wanted the world to let go of me, but it wouldn't. For years I tried
to get over the misery of not understanding but knew it was not meant to be.
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