The End is Near...

I reach out...

But there's nothing there!

I look around but there's just this dark, brooding void enclosing around me. Shadows are lurking in the corners, queer, gigantic spheres of terror. The familiar faces are there no more. The promises that were yet to be made, broken already. The acts of love, the silent comforting embraces, are nothing but unfulfilled dreams now. How strange that one hears what one hears, one feels what one feels, one bears what one bears, yet picking up the pieces and moving on is the only choice one has. And choices! Ah! What choices we make! And what outcomes they have. 

But we need not worry. There is always one beautiful element in life that is left there by choice. And perhaps some beautiful memories too. And hope! Still hope! Of good days to come! Of love and new memories!  But when those we turn to for comfort turn their backs, you cringe, you cry, you hurt inside with such intensity that at that particular moment you feel nothing but that pain, twisting and turning sadistically inside you like a sharp, cruel dagger; yet you get up the next morning and do what you have to do. The disappointments multiply and you continue to live but deep within, you long for the end. What is it that would bring the end closer, nearer? What would make the test easier? I try and find the answer within....