art of being sad

prose-poetry(prosetry) pretending to be a journal

Dear reader,

 

Have I mastered the art of being sad, making my everyday living slumbering in dreamland fantasy?  Then my reality is in wintry weathery moments that I feel numb from too much cold. Is isolation my best buddy for the mean time? Well those questions will remain in this journal, to immortalize the moment of my depressing situation.

 

I brought up the transparent duct tape in placed always for people to see the lively image I pretend. Sometimes I’m tired of the choices and expectations I created. Though I never regret all of them, I just find them depressing for often times I wonder did I really make an awful choice.  Still at the back of my mind I fantasize a positive outcome of all those.

 

Wisdom grows as you aged, Maturity becomes you and Changes have eaten you. Now I wonder did I totally embrace reality or my life in tune with negativity. Despite all this, I will surely survive and live up to the choices I created. Someday I will surpass this in time.

 

            Thank you for reading…

 

Your friendly neighbor,

w.Pax :(

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Sometimes I’m tired of the choices and expectations I created'

i loved the line about wisdom, maturity and change, it had much understanding of life. this is filled with that melancholy that poets love and we all fall into now and then. i'm sure you will pull through! fantastic.

[captain]

Pax, I think your ok and don't close your account, look at the support of your friends and me. You'll get through this, I'm sure!

[FJ Davis]

Things could be worse, melancholy neighbor.
We humans are, at least, alone, together.
Nice work, Pax!

[Tree]

Sadness is a vortex of beauty, best viewed from a safe distance. I like writing from a sad, melancholy perspective, but she is cunning and ruthless if she has her way. Date her but do not let her possess you. A thoughtful contemplative piece Pax, to which I was able to relate

[Baby Ricochet]

Great write Mr pax

[kublakhan27]

You will survive and surpass...stay strong.

[quinfinn]

some parts of this are a mirror image of my life.... therefore it was easy to identify. a somber and encapsulating piece.....

[kimmy]

This is really sad and I hope that you take time for yourself. There is much someone can learn from this poem, but I do want to say I hope you master the art of happiness :)

[Corset]

We are going to teach you a sun dance so you can chase those blues away , not for good mind you , you are human after all, give yourself a little down time my friend, a few tears can heal and be cathartic. :)

[Pax]

Dear Corset,

I would love to learned that dance, to be able to feel warm inside for its too cold at times. Seems like my tears is dry though my pen is dripping at times like this. I’ve eat a lot of chocolate to lighten my mood but your shining light sun dance is awesome than a bite to the addicting sweets. Thank you greatly.

Your friendly neighbor,
w.Pax:(

[Corset]

K, you have to stand up for this though, k good, raise both arms up over your head, and close your eyes, make ten turns clockwise, and think of the sun on the very best day you ever spent outside, open your eyes and try to walk ..anywhere. :)

[Marie]

You should not master the art of being sad. Try to master the art of being hopeful. Negativity is not a tune but a discord. I know you are capable to creating positive choices and living up to them.

[Pax]

dear Marie,

Like everyone else, I also treasured your responses immensely for their value. You know me very well than I know myself and that’s makes you a good listener and a great friend. I thank you from the very bottom of my heart. I have isolated my inner self and putting on the aura of fine as of the moment. Only in my writes I can only be as open as its profound. Thank you for giving me strength.

Your friendly neighbor,
w.Pax:(