30/5/2017
I used to think that the world is beautiful, with its glitters and wonders. I was immediately caught by its splendours. Every step I take leads to a whole new dimension of curiosity, as I find my thoughts racing to an intense velocity. Why was the sky blue? Why does the stars shine? Why is the grass green? Such questions would be ask by none other than myself with my gleaming eyes searching to erase my doubts. The beauty of the world was so iridescent that it made me not want to descent. I was convinced that the people who occupy this mass of land called Earth are naturally kind since birth. But, sadly the truth was far from that and it was something I had painfully learned, through walking down the path that I had been forewarned yet went and later, regret.
"The world is not as beautiful as you think it is Hope." Said she, her eyes filled with sorrow, as tears fell to her cheeks that are now hollow. Those eyes that used to look at me with such wisdom, held nothing now but cynicism. No, it was not directed at me, but to none other than the person who brought her this misery.
And then she continued, though knowing that her time is in due. She felt the need to warn me for fear that my naivety will end me falling fatally.
"Don't be too trusting of others. For half of them are only looking to have a ride on your tailcoat while the other half wishes for the day that you fall down from your boat. They revel in the sight that you had drown, never again to reach the ground. They wore masks of deceit which they hid with a smile that is ever so sweet. Do not trust them for you will be damned. Only few are true but seldom do we find them. For they are rarer than finding a piece of gold nugget lying in a pile of hazards."
It was too long of a warning yet it was filled to the brim. Sadly, I had never taken it seriously for my comprehension for I thought the warning was too insignificant for my attention. I was too caught up in my apprehension that her days might not be able to go on an extension. Her sickness had taken a toll on her health and I knew that at the time she had not much time left. Many a time do I find myself looking back, had I taken her warnings seriously I would not be in such a wreck.
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Evening thoughts
PoetryA collection of writings written in the evening where the author's mind is at its peak or in this case at its deep. Some of the writings may have dark themes to it due to the state of my mind at the time of it being written.