Cold Cruel Reality

I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the emotional abyss... The light, any light, seems further and further away, until it disappears altogether without me noticing, too absorbed in the alluring darkness below. At times like this, the loneliness and estrangement is accentuated, the wound deepened, hurt sharpened, by the cold uncaring and cruel inability of the world around you to pick up any vestige of this emotional low.

It's times like this, that we desperately, desperately claw and crave for any bit, any shimmer of human connection, of caring, of any form of love... More often then not, the usual people - people who supposedly love you, care for you- around you don't get it, and the others on the wrong side of the line - gangs, rapists, strangers with ulterior motives, the devil in your head - that pick up the signals. Not hard to see why sometimes people go the wrong way and CHOOSE to do so... A vacuum of love is a powerful one; sucks most into it's vortex of destruction.

Tonight, the moon is lonely, alone and unique, one-of-it's-kind, in this vast universe. Some nights, she's special - bright and sparkling with a life and lght of her own. Some days, she fades with a dying glow, dull and lifeless - no longer special, unique, one-of-a-kind; just alone... and lonely.

~ st*rcr*ss*d ~