Crepuscular Soliloquy

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Any city after sundown can be rather overwhelming for someone who enjoys peace and quiet - but I suppose that one gets accustomed to such nuisances after a while. To be honest...I've always found the noises rather calming, because in a way...they remind me, in a rather morbid way if we're talking about ambulances, that I'm not truly alone. Loneliness can take a toll on the light hearted ones, when others wear it like a badge of honor. I, for one, find it invigorating! What's there not to like about emerging yourself in a world of your own creation, taking a deepdive into your yet untamed waters? Can we say that we've truly lived our lives to the fullest when we don't even know the person staring back at us from the other glistening side of the mirror? Aren't we just intrusive hosts of these human carcasses- since all we tend to do is hurt ourselves, without learning that once we put our hands in boiling water, the next time we do it...the outcome still won't change? The skin keeps its scars as a reminder of our failed judgements, yet we cover them up, feeling ashamed. We make those bone-deep cuts appear like paper ones, mostly because we don't want others to see how weak or gullible we are. Because all we want to be is "normal", to never stand out in the crowd and belong to a group of thick-skulled heteronormative individuals, since...in the end nobody truly wants to be alone, let alone laughed at for being different and unique.

Nobody truly wants to be forgotten...

Why do I keep lying to myself then? I'll blame it on the fragile human nature...

There are times when you dive a little too deep and you struggle with all of your might to grasp onto something and pull yourself out of your own head...out of your own thoughts, but you keep consuming yourself and that façade withers away, leaving you broken and longing for help.

Who will give you a helping hand though? People may try, but when you're once again on your own, the cycle will repeat itself. Oh, how beautifully complicated all of this is.



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