During a shark attack when one of your limbs is torn off, you do not feel the pain. The body goes into trauma; shock. Numbness creeps in. It becomes almost surreal.
Maybe the human body is made to react that way, but you feel it was because you didn't see it coming. You also feel that it would be better if it was one of those situations where you didn't know what hit you. But you know. The numbness chews at your essence. Everywhere you go. Behind every smile. Behind every spoken word. And the numbness is always hungry.
It's like putting every dream, every hope, and every confidence you had on something that showed no sign of giving way, but that crumbled at the slightest opposition. Marble turned dust before your eyes, and you just stare. Because that's all you can do. Stare. You can't pick up the pieces because your hands are not capable of forming dust into marble - what it once was. And you cannot believe what it will never be again. You cannot believe it for what it is.
If you were convinced that somehow, you were worthy, you are wrong. That would never have led such an outcome. The day you discovered everything you went through was a shallow lie, is the day you feel no longer.
You hid your tears to stay strong, journeyed into uncertainty in search for a better life for the one you loved, only to be thrown out unceremoniously. And you learn that all those value principles you uphold are a farce. There is no time for loyalty, commitment, and honour. You will be bitten from behind before you know it. The time has come to extricate yourself from those virtues, for they are cursed.
Maybe the human body is made to react that way, but you feel it was because you didn't see it coming. You also feel that it would be better if it was one of those situations where you didn't know what hit you. But you know. The numbness chews at your essence. Everywhere you go. Behind every smile. Behind every spoken word. And the numbness is always hungry.
It's like putting every dream, every hope, and every confidence you had on something that showed no sign of giving way, but that crumbled at the slightest opposition. Marble turned dust before your eyes, and you just stare. Because that's all you can do. Stare. You can't pick up the pieces because your hands are not capable of forming dust into marble - what it once was. And you cannot believe what it will never be again. You cannot believe it for what it is.
If you were convinced that somehow, you were worthy, you are wrong. That would never have led such an outcome. The day you discovered everything you went through was a shallow lie, is the day you feel no longer.
You hid your tears to stay strong, journeyed into uncertainty in search for a better life for the one you loved, only to be thrown out unceremoniously. And you learn that all those value principles you uphold are a farce. There is no time for loyalty, commitment, and honour. You will be bitten from behind before you know it. The time has come to extricate yourself from those virtues, for they are cursed.
