Sunday, 09 March 2008
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A Dose of Clarity
Each breath cuts at my lungs as if the oxygen is filled with shards of glass. To inhale is to suck in the dirt and dust that the world has to offer me. To exhale is to release a dose of clarity, showing that my insides are not pure and are in fact, tainted.
“Stop breathing.”
Things aren’t the same anymore and the laughter that filled all the right voids and vacancies has found a new habitat, one that does not reside in me. It’s like a dream that refuses to take me back to the time when our relationship was normal and we were just that, normal.
“Don’t wake up.”
Lately, the elephant in the room won’t budge and I am left on the other side, unable to reach you. An anchor weighs me down and my attempts at salvation are futile. Salvation, that is, for myself and more importantly, for our friendship.
“Cut the rope.”
We’re playing for keeps in the game of chance, but continue to lose as snake eyes stare blatantly at us. With each roll, we lose more and the hope of rekindling our faith in each other dwindles.
“Quit playing.”
I don’t have much to say to you these days. It kills me to say that, and even less, to write that. Despite my desperate search for a cure for this malady, no magic pill is to be found. A bitter feeling walks beside me from day to day and I can’t seem to shed the shadow. Perhaps someday a new light will fall on us.
“Keep trying.”
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