And the heart was so full, but the pages stayed empty. The eyes were wet, but the ink all dried up. There was so much to write about, yet no words to write. It was like feeling everything, but comprehending nothing. It was the beginning of a whole new universe inside of me , while watching the death of the one in front of my eyes. It was tasting heaven while burning in hell.
Sometimes, the love that you lose is so deep and aching that nothing you will ever write will do justice to it. Sometimes the scars are so deep that your words don't make sense anymore; that your power of healing through words is suddenly lost. You do not understand the chaos within you and the world seems to rush and everything falls apart and falls back together again. There is nothing to feel, but still everything to. And in those moments all you can do is cry yourself to sleep.
But maybe those are the moments that make us human. Maybe in such moments...when your existence just feels like a joke, and all the pleasant emotions go haywire is when we truly find our selves. We find ourselves amidst the chaos and the deep, deep injuries of past moments. In those moments we see beyond everything: beyond the blank pages, beyond the dried up ink and beyond the eyes of our lost love. And it is when you see beyond all of that is when you realize that those blank pages, 'unflown' ink and broken pieces of you heart scream your tale out better than any words ever could.
YOU ARE READING
The Contradiction
Não FicçãoA 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...
