Forever may not be an eternity, not for those who put a little trust in fate and destiny. Do you believe in meant-to-be?
I cried a little last night, I cried a lot an hour ago. The tears just flowed and flowed. That explosion of emotions just burst open like an open dam, when the tension breaks and it cannot handle the pressure of the water anymore. That snapping of the taunt rope on that high wire, or that sudden give-way of that bungee-rope as exhiliration reaches the breaking point. So you wail, and wail, and wail, and sometimes, when you shed too many tears, you lose a few pounds in the process.
Ever been there?
A little while ago I saw an old photo of my high-school heydays, and suddenly I realise how long it has been since I have felt the essence of true happiness. A little while ago today in the afternoon, I met my old high school friends and I realise how long it has been since I have last felt that carefree feeling of pure, pure joy. Now its all a bit of bitter-sweet depression. You smile a little at the little jokes and humour-attempts, but that shadow of a smile quickly disappears from your face, only because your soul is already possessed by that sad sensation that never seems to leave you.
You sit in that little black cloud, of cold, cold unhappiness, and you hope it rains, but lightning never flashes, thunder never strikes.
And so all those tonnes of emotional baggage pile up, making things heavier and heavier and heavier, and finally, thunder doesn't need to strike for the storm to tear you to shreds. So you sob and sob and sob and sob and ... oh... you hope the weight of the sobs will stop so that you can rest, but it does't listen to you. You just go on sobbing until it wears you out, and finally you are so tired, the lights turn off without you knowing.
And forever takes over the stage. But it does not have to be an eternity.
