The End, Finally

It has come, FINALLY. Living out a dream, never quite sunk into reality, delusional and lost, where am I to go from here, down the road less travelled?

My life will begin in 2 months. I am ready, are you?

Se7en

Witness the fall, the destruction. Oh your weary soul will be put at rest, soon, soon he is coming to claim his prize. Try and try you may, nothing stands in his way. The tidal wave.

Bitter memories of the smiles we left behind
Shattered dreams and blind thoughts
I knew not the end will be so sudden
I foresaw not the death of love.

And claim his prize he did, for a force as mighty will never fail. He rules, till the last passage of written time, he goes his way. You will never know the next move he makes, like the changing wind, he comes and he goes.

A choice we made in unity
The pain we feel alone.
I took your happiness
You claimed my being.

At the end, we find a new beginning
And as we see fit, the cycle repeats.
But fear you must for he, and he alone
Will come, like the daunting night.

Greed and lust, wrath and envy. They have come. A legion of seven, to destroy us all.

VII

It is as such, I feel the end looming. Nothing can stand in the way of the basic principle that governs life, that which goes up must invariably come down. Endings are always painful, however, without end, without closure, life cannot move forward, we will all stagnate. The pain is as always, a necessary lesson. To paraphrase Nietzsche, that which does not kill me only makes me stronger. The choice presented is simple, do we allow something to kill us, or do we empower it to become our teacher, etching in our minds lesson after lesson, paving way for the greater comprehension of life and living? So, my friends, a simple answer to a simple question?

THE END OF

It has been a long hiatus from the melodrama, the depression and angst. Once again the weight of studies has driven me to the keyboard, something that, in its periodic tapping, the soft depression the keys make when your fingers search upon them, alleviates my sorrows.

I keep on fearing, keep on falling. Nothing comes to my mind, the thoughts ebb in and out, sometimes like a warm breeze, sometimes, a whirling hurricane. The sinusoidal emotions, it plagues me like a disease, I cannot walk a straight line, I cannot fight a head on battle.

TO ALL WHO FACE THE IMPENDING DOOM OF THE A LEVELS, THE APOCALYPSE, THE TIDAL WAVE OF DEATH, THE BRINGER OF IMPOTENCE, THE GRANTER OF SORROWS, THE CHILD OF EVIL, THE SEED OF PAIN, THE ANTI-LOVE, THE GRIM SHADOW, THE DARKNESS, THE FLEETING HOPE, THE OMINOUS CLOUD, THE OVERHANING BLIGHT, THE FORTHCOMING MISTAKE, THE WEEPING EYES, THE HOT TEARS, THE CONSUMING WRETCHEDNESS, THE FORSAKEN MELANCHOLY, THE DISCONSOLATE HEART, THE MOURNFUL PARENTS, THE BURDENSOME GUILT, THE NEVER CEASING PANGS OF MISERY, THE PERPETUAL RIFT, THE INCESSANT HEARTACHE, THE UNABATING CALAMITY, THE ENDLESS SELF-REPROACH, THE ETERNAL UNEASINESS, THE EXPIRATION OF HOPE, THE FATAL WOUND, THE FINAL BREATH, THE LAST STEP, THE INCOMPLETE RESOLUTION, THE PERFECTED INPERFECTION, THE EXCUTION OF FELICITY, THE UNFULFILLED GOAL, THE UNSTATED WANT, THE BEGRUDGING TEACHER, THE JAUNDICED SOUL, THE ESTRANGED FRIENDS, THE AGHAST FATHER, THE VANQUISHED DREAMS, THE REVELLING RIVAL, THE LOSS OF LIFE.

Good luck my friends, time, as always is fleeting. Make the best of your day, for we are what we make ourselves to be, trust in God, trust in yourself, and trust no one else.

The Education Line

Penned, A Journey.
The wilderness, the unknown stared straight in my face.
A heart, a beating heart, held hopes as high as the sky.
Yet A journey planned for all, is not a journey planned at all.
For behind a choice there is a person, and behind a person, a reason.
To say that, to hope that, the journey must be made, is unthinkable!
It reduces men to hollow shells, for this choice is made without reason.
My friends, whatever road we travel is never wrong, no matter how short or long.
Just remember this I say, the reason always maketh the man.

Nos Tell Ghic

Lost. Everlasting Pain. I have fought till I can fight no more.

"Life's twists and turns have made me learn that fighting is useless when its you against the weight of the world" - self 2006

Oh all you who pass by, look and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow.