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Stage 41: Hope

Hope- The fatal flaw of every being.

The mind is capable of many things- it is fascinating and brilliant in its abilities and is incomparable in its pure power. But an inkling of hope is all it takes to pierce your mind with farcical ideas.. to neutralise any sense of logic you might have possessed.  It pushes and pulls in all the right places to disguise any desire you had as an achievable goal. It collects any tears you shed and pools them into a wishing well. It refutes any facts, breaks any walls and tears down any science you followed to reinforce its presence.

Hope makes pain irrevocably real and amplifies any vulnerability, however in its absence we relentlessly seek it; a self-infliction of pain that is worth suffering because of the happiness it brings.

Hope: an anecdote for all rationality

a driver and destroyer

a devotion that shows no bounds

a faith that appeals to the divine

an irresponsible emotion that fights against all odds.

 

 Seek hope.. it brings meaning to pain.

 

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Stage 39: A lawless love

I watched her from my side of the room- it was an unspoken rule between us- i was allowed to admire her for the price of never knowing her; damned to the solitude of my attraction towards her forever.

It was physical too though- our divide.

I hated the most terrifying exhilaration I’ve felt in my entire life.

Whether it was day or night, my feelings had to be confined for I knew they were worthless.

I knew she would never reciprocate the emotions i harboured and i was sure of this because of the pure terror i saw in her eyes whenever she glanced my way.                         I knew I would not survive if i revealed myself to her but i craved the thought of how close it would bring us together… and eventually after months of suppressed yearning I decided it was time.

Coming out of the background, which i blended into seamlessly, was more difficult than i had anticipated. She was too busy writing in her blood red journal- it was her favorite thing to do, no matter what her mood; sometimes her hand would quiver with fury as she wrote and other times i would see that same hand steady and calm as if it belonged to a yogi . I was jealous of that book- It knew everything about her i never would, and it would continue to learn everything about her long after i was gone.

Before I made my final steps, I remembered the day i fell in love with her; It was my first day there and it only took me a fraction of a second to find the most dominant presence in the room- a presence I wished I could call mine.

Never had i ever seen something so beautiful in my entire life… never had there been born such a fool to love someone the way i did- enough to die for them.

I left my web and scrambled across the bed- she had noticed me and was lifting her book over her head, her eyes turning wide. I had to be quick, I had to be faster, I had to touch her before she..