The Eccedentesiast

Today seems different. The cloudy sky turning gray, the chilly wind embracing each fragile figure it comes across with, the hollow echoes of melancholic sonata piercing through reluctant ears - it is all gloomy and somber. I feel cold, literally and...figuratively. Why am I having this feeling that this would be the end? The butterflies in my tummy were frantic not because they flutter their wings at the sight of a sprouting love but because the only blossom that they have found starts to wither, waning its life, losing its vibrant colors. They were in panic, they were all terrified of its imminent death. As I walk on the empty streets, my mind was drifting aimlessly to the indefinite void. What will happen next? Where will I be? Should I be glad or should I mourn for something I never had? How ridiculous of me to feel so lost in a maze that I made myself to escape from. How I wish I could go back to the time when all was fresh, new and wonderful; when I could feel the rus...

I keep on saying that I won't fall to any enchanting trap, that I can't be fooled by those enticing charms.  I tried to resist, but it all slipped away. I could no longer put my guard up. It's all futile to keep on pushing away. It's like trying to run away from the moon and stars but they still follow you, chasing you, haunting you, 'till you run out of breath. I tried to escape, but the gravity keeps on pulling me to the hard ground, I struggled to get up as much as I can. It's like diving to the deep water but you don't know how to swim, it's drowning and terrifying all at once. I tried not to listen, but the melody of sweet promises echoes to the deepest of my emotional core. It resonates, louder and clearer, capturing my senses. It's like hearing the music for the first time, as if it was written for you, only you, each note and harmony dedicated to your heart. I tried to leave, to loose my grip, but my hands could no longer follow what ...