There are days when the sun shines bright and illuminates every little thing that my life holds. The day seems more gay, the birds are melodiously chirping filling my world with delight, and the flowers are all freshly bloomed. The better things in life are finally more visible and life's miracle, more evident. On such days, being alive is a boon that a few are blessed with. On such days my heart feels light and my joy knows no limits. On such days I am everything.
On such days I'm miraculously dancing, among the brightest angels with a smile laden face.
But then there are days when the shadows of the past fall over every element I see. Everything is dark. Malevolent. The day turns into a vicious monster, the birds croak foul songs and all my flowers are dead. On such days I see nothing and even standing still requires all my efforts. On such days, every word said is a blade at my heart. On such days the wind carries the stench of death and every breath carries despair. On such days my heart feels heavy and sadness is the atom which my soul is made of. On such days I am nothing,
On such days,too, I dance; but with my demons. I dance on such days with pain flowing down my eyes and the screams of my shadowed soul.
And unfortunately enough, the latter happens more often.
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The Contradiction
Non-FictionA place where all the darkness brings you light. A place where all the loneliness gives you a sense of belonging. A place where death talks to bring you life. A place where you walk alone with everyone walking the same way. A place of contradiction...
