Future Stars Will Be Dim?
I saw the stars gleaming through the sky. Reflected upon the tears of my eyes, it leaked out slowly without pacing itself, making it an unstoppable open-tap. Slowly, mildly, it starts to dry off. Leaving a track of dust in it's wake, it's gone. All gone. The unstoppable marathon of tears now lie unseen.
Somehow, it seems to leave a pointer behind. Yes, a pointer that points at me, reflecting my past, present and future.
I thought I realized my mistake, but did I? All I did was to worsen it. Rubbing salt on a wound would be more like it. A wound is a wound. It will heal by itself without doing anything to it. But, applying salt to it only cause the tissue breakdown, resulting in a bigger wound. Exactly what I did.
Mere short freedom results to along and distant torture. Blaming on this and that will not work. The root is myself. The thing to do is to remove the root. But how? I hope the method I used is not a wrong one. I don't even know myself anymore. I can't even trust myself. It pains me.
There is no cure from it. Embrace it. Embrace the storm and hope for a miracle. Be it be a scar etched
deep down in my heart. May it be the salvation to my years of thirst for a pie-in-the-sky miracle. Let the soul of the mighty phoenix dwell in me. Let the reincarnation commence. From now on, the new one is born. Hopefully.
