Bittersweet

A Story by joe

I remember that day, that night where all fears were faced. Every single thought I have ever sought were within that night; you holding me down body and mind. I can still remember breaking a wall then having another right in front of me. It was a dream within a dream and finally a third which restricted me from leaving. But it was my spirit, my memories of joy; a life that won, otherwise I would have never been capable of beating myself. I had no heart, I no longer have a heart. It was not their after. I am indebted, there is no life, I need to regain myself, get perspective on the outer self into my inner life. Once I get up there where I can roam freely like a firefly where the air is so thin that it is nowhere but strong winds and a dim light, what a bittersweet moment.

What’s the point of this it’s seems so meaningless; I see lonely lives and fake smiles. Why do I and the rest of the world deceive ourselves for some farce joy as if it were a joke? Why can’t we open our eyes and see what true love is? When every cell in my body is urging me and pulling me to open up and say what I truly feel. The pure desires wanted. Soul burning and truth needed to heal this decaying soul and haunting apparition. This taste is too harsh.