The 28th

A recollection of my pains

Isn’t strange how a happy-go-lucky person with a certain positive, blissful frame of mind

Can spontaneously, almost rather instantly, convert

To the most frustrated, foul-tempered individual

Simply due to an image they may come across on some advertising space, magazine or webpage,

A tune hummed by a random passer-by on one’s way.

That song you come across on the radio as a car has driven right past you...

Or the momentary image of a loved one you once held so dearly too

Casually catching the one same bus you’ve probably caught together, a hundred times over

Except there is but one principal modification

That the person sitting by his side is not you but nevertheless another.

 A moment where you feel you’ve finally reached an enjoyable disposition

Creating a sphere of tranquillity and blithe,

Ignorantly believing that nothing could go wrong, until

The unthinkable, absurd, most improbable incident occurs...

and right in frontal view too, solely to be seen by you.

As though fate or destiny know exactly the right moment when to play a malicious prank

and choose to rain on your parade of thrill.

*laugh* What luck... 

Considerate of them? Selfless? Or rather an unkind, thoughtless act from their part?

Well... depends what person we decide to mutate into.

Say the helpless, self-pitiful, not to mention heart-broken individual

There you have it, Hedonism you can vote for

*Snort* isn’t that sweet...

Wind down into your own deprecated allure as you are drawn towards the pain and bitterness

Until you are driven by your own hate

and self-consumed by fear itself.

This dissipated where-about you go to where there is no one else

There’s just you and there was nobody there to begin with.

So what’s all this for? Why go through it all? So as to end up in the same disposition?

It’s nothing but a state of mind, a temporary psychological mode of being.

Remember, you have the will, decisiveness to change it all,

Keep your hand at the level of your eye, gun oiled and head clear

Curse and swear without any fear, letting the mind cool, allowing the mechanism to run.

Because after all, if you cannot grasp the feel, Take control of the emotion and that dream, reseal

Every effort you’ll do to hold on, will all be in vain; as the turmoil, thoughts, recollections, will only lead sweet bitterly pain.