Destined for isolation is the tormented, complacent mind; drifting through life like the ghost of a soul once lost. A ghost simply looming in the shadows, unseen, undesired, and unremembered.
A phantom soul only seeks out darkness as there is no life left within, only misery and despair. A soul such as this need not want, need not desire as there is nothing left to fulfill. How is it we allow ourselves, living beings, to sink into such a state? To no longer care, willingly surrendering everything we are passionate about to a ravaged fog as we desperately separate ourselves from friends and loved ones.
A tormented mind leaves us in such a state that we simply desire to part ourselves from everything the world has to offer. We detach ourselves believing that we no longer want life’s pleasures…that we no longer deserve life’s pleasures as we utterly starve ourselves of joy. While the mind extinguishes itself, the heart keeps beating. Somewhere deep down, so obscured by torment, is an unobserved ember glowing like a trivial candle in a sunken well. A small spark ignites that ember, transforming it into a dim fire. The heart suddenly livens with the faintest desire, longing for more, but is quickly extinguished by a thunderstorm of the mind.
The unforgiving brawl between desire and gloom carries on, the winner often determined by complacency to melancholy. What happens when complacency morphs into vengeance? The sunken well is packed with timber and one small match expands the ember below, causing the well’s brick walls to soar violently through the air. Unleashed, this entrenching flame vengefully consumes every droplet of ravaged fog encompassing the mind. The mind breaths again, able to think clearly once more.
To hell with isolation, welcome avenged happiness.
To my tormented readers...
Your's truly, AA
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