CONTEMPLATION OF A BROKEN HEART
The breeze of remorse steadily blows through my hair of regret. What could have been is now a shell of the past in which can only be reflected upon and not changed. Time passes and seasons change but this ill conceived choice of mine eats away at me like a vulture eats its prey. How did I come to this decision with such little thought? Hope of something more and a dream of something marvelous guided me blindly onto the path of sorrow. Me knowing nothing about the destination made it easy to deceive me. Deception usually only deceives the willing, just like in my case. Deception is like an unwanted guest that charms his way into your house. He is unwanted until he speaks. Kindness isn’t so kind when deception is her lover. A cruel and unusual match that I had to get to know personally. Unfortunately, the generosity of my need to satisfy the curiosity of my heart’s desire to feign for love led the way for my broken heart. How long can you pretend to feel something until eventually your mind stops knowing the difference of actuality and illusion and starts believing the illusion all together making the feeling actuality? When does reality stop being real and illusions stop being unreal? I wish I had the answer so I could tell it to my heart, because it is the one who wrote this blog.