How strange that I write this
today, when all I see is darkness and I am tired, so tired of searching for the
light and hope. I am doomed, I fear my own words and I fear the death of myself
by my own ideas. Its not but strange that a few days ago I was blossoming in
the comfort of the illusion of security and permanence that I have woven. But
now in seconds they have disappeared and I am staring at nothing but darkness
all around, I can hear memories sneak up me from directions unknown, I am
afraid, really afraid.
A couple of day ago, I got a
call, a call that has turned my world into a mess. From the precipice of luxury
I plunged into a feeble being plagued by misery and fear, I can’t neither think
straight nor respond to a door bell without being paranoid. It has come back,
It has come back to avenge me, the lies, the secrets. My past has come back, a
past that I have worked so hard day and night to forget, The nightmares that I
have consciously abolished with sleepless nights and pills that I shall not speak
of again in my life.
It is not strange, I should have
expected it, I should have known better. I should have known that it will come
back and haunt me again and again no matter how hard I run. The initial impulse
is always to run, But now I know no mountain is high enough, no oceans wide
enough to keep me from myself. I am my worst enemy, a nemesis that will not
heed until truly defeated. I have to take action, I have to face him, I cannot
run anymore, If I do I will risk more than myself, I will risk losing my
family, my friends, my life and may be those some things that I have valued
more than life, I will lose myself to it. I cannot run anymore I have to face
him, face to face, I should look him in the eye and end this once and for all,
otherwise I will lose it all, I will lose everything.
I shall not speak about it again,
But I should talk now, if have to never speak of it again, else the devil will
come back to haunt me again, it won’t heed till I pay for my insolence. I
should face my fate and write my history myself, even if it means that it all ends with a full
stop or if there is something left to it, then with that, But I should do it and I should do it now.
Good post! Dark.
ReplyDeleteWe all have skeletons in the closet that we'd die before exposing, that we're always afraid will catch up with us.
Rupertt outpours his feelings and emotiions as he meets up his past as every one must do one day. Past haunts, Rupertt by speaking to the devil makes a catharsis. wondrous post; my wishes to you
ReplyDeleteMuthu Ashraff
woow i almost got carried away reading this!!!
ReplyDeletegreat piece of writing...
regards
rahul
Thanks for adding me in the network..it brought me to this post.
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully written. Intense words..well weaved.
There is an unusual intensity to your writing Rupert, very interesting...
ReplyDeleteI'm more of a twitter person which explains why I abhor long posts...but you had me hooked till the last word....
ReplyDeleteKeep writing!
Cheers!
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