People really do fucking suck.
None know the dark desires of man’s heart. The silent desperation that plagues us all, in the wee hours of the night. Silently, it gropes the recesses of our hearts, climbing and leaching its way into our conscious thoughts. It grows each day, as ignorance of it only fuels it to erupt. Silently screaming, your soul is trapped in a cage of barbed wire. For the sake of seeming sane, you bottle it up. It is spilling over. Spilling. Spilling over. Yet for fear of being come undone, you shove the cork into it, as the slimy substance spills out. Truth. Truth spills out. The truth that only you know. That voice that incessantly repeats itself. Repeats and repeats. It is almost monotonous, the way it mocks you. Telling you that you will never be anything great. You will never achieve great things. You will be stuck here, alone, as the cool morning winds envelope you in their caress. Your fear of this thing inside you grows steadily each day. It has festered and bubbled over the surface. And now, the cracks are appearing. You are beginning to unravel. Slowly, the seems are coming loose. Sooner or later, the monster inside you will emerge. It will no longer be a dream, but a horrifying, waking nightmare, that consumes you and all you know. It will pour out, and you will find yourself emptied and free, but alone.
You are always alone.
Mumford and Sons - After The Storm
(Source: Spotify)
I am about to start some hardcore studying. Just drank a cup of coffee that Dad made for me, and about to hit Royal Prerogative. Must wake up early tomorrow for a meeting at 11am. I am so determined to get a first class, I will do whatever it takes. Hope you are having a beautiful day.
xx
I cannot shake off this feeling.
I am hating reality. Hating it. I just want to be sucked into a fictional world. Why why is that too much to ask?
