The Respite
I admit I am not as frustrated as I was a fortnight ago ..... This mad flow of emotions I had slowed down .... most probably my mind refuses to acknowledge the flow is still ongoing between the two sides of a pendulum .... my mind can't synchronize ..... and there was nothing I could say to my mind to dispel it ..... so I stand still until the storm stops raging ...... or hide in a cave until the spring melt comes to an end .... it's a respite ...... like turning a page of madness ...... a short respite .... among a dead body and its ashes ..... creatures that cannot comprehend yet can speak ..... creatures that can comprehend and yet cannot speak ...... and a deity ..... that sends a pedestal after another for my being and keeps me hopping from height to depth ..... The fact is I am alone ..... and this will never change .... a respite every now and then is no crime ...... I reckon you will never understand or believe me ..... Henceforth I owe no one an explanation ..... you are all but silhouettes ..... and your promises are just parts of the conjuring ..... let my respite begin .....
