The Spark Theory

Fairytale Fiction vs Harsh Reality

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False finite ways of thinking

False fiction they are believing

Entropy is still promoting chaos

It's chaos, it's your loss.

Maybe this world has stopped thinking

Maybe all their minds are shrinking

Your failed system is inducing chaos

It's chaos, it's your loss.

Building, moving forward never looking back

Taking what the world has offered

But you forgot the pack

Common sense, logic, science, a humble self esteem

Live to die, die to gain; Abort the selfish scene.

-False Fiction by Michael Herrera.

Life in fiction is beautiful. Even the most gory parts can be made to look awesome with the help of special effects. Reality, however satisfying it maybe always sucks.

For example, If I had seen Devon's story in a movie or read it in some romance novel, I would have seen him as a sexy hero whose emotional unavailability makes him even hotter.

Unfortunately, reality doesn't work in a similar manner. You feel scared rather than attracted. You're scared for the person whose been living his life with so many scars. How can someone stay alive with so much burden on their head! Their vulnerability behind the strong facade bewilders you.

Last night changed my views and opinions completely. Meeting Saru and understanding her struggles gave me a better perspective of life. But learning Devon's past was a different thing altogether. My assumptions about him were completely shattered. He was much more complex than what I could ever comprehend.

If this had been some romantic movie, Devon and I would have come closer. Maybe we would have a soul-shattering love making session in the car. His pain would unite us and we would confess our undying love for each other. I would leave Raphael and marry him. Blah blah blah!

Reality wasn't that romantic. The pain did unite us. At night we slept together wrapped in our own bubble, far way from the vicious world. We didn't realize that bubbles don't last long. The sanguine rays of the sun pierced through our bubble-y shield exposing us to the real world. The atmosphere in the car was more than awkward. Both of us tried to attempt a conversation but failed miserably. We didn't fall in love or anything.

Devon probably regretted telling me his past. His regret was written all over his face. And I didn't understand how to behave around Devon since I didn't see him as a jerk anymore.

Raphael was still sweet, oblivious to his fiancé's wrong doings. He even made his Greek feta salad for me and told me to take the rest of the day off. And being the bitch I am, I just smiled.

How can I be so cruel to him? Kissing other guys (okay, just one guy) and not feeling an ounce of guilt! Lying to my best friend who was always there for me. Trying to feel the 'Sparks' with someone else instead of working on our relationship.

God! I was such a bitch!Arrrgh! My head started aching with all these thoughts.

I thought of watching some movie to pass my time. I flipped through various channels. A horror movie was being shown on one of the channels. The almost naked heroine was under the bed shaking with fear as the winds continued to roar in the background. Nah. Not interested.