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Does it always have to ?

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A shimmering lure

In life at times we tend do put us unknowingly in situations that can lead to certain untimely ends. These parts appear seemingly from choices we make that at the time doesn’t look statistically significant. 

From the multitude of steps we find in the stair case of life one in particular can be seen as a repeating menace. Seemingly the brightest in the set of steps. It keep us hooked wanting more with mind numbing withdrawals. Some see it as a nice to have, some see it as the purpose of life itself. It is an emotion that powers art and creativity both though having it in abundance and through the lack of it. The most potent substances of them all that brings euphoric emotions, yet just like any substance this too has its dark side. 

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Monologue part 3 summery 

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The Downward Tumble

Our thoughts leads us to to find silver linings of situations where theres seemingly none, but most of them turn out to be a mirage. Seemingly perfect but also an illusion caused by our surrounding atmosphere. Knowingly we still run towards them anyway in search of love, in search of happiness.

Thus directing us further down the spiral of bright luminescent stone steps called dreams vibrant and dazzling white. The downtrodden nature of life points to It as if it’s our salvation. Yet hidden beneath the magical beauty lie a vicious secrete of how brittle they are, shattering with every step taken, forcefully funneling us further down towards the dark, ending at a place individuals observing us rarely understands and usually considers irrational. Yet for most of us who’s trodden down this lonesome path feel like the one true escape.

If at points you understand this perspective I welcome you to the life in solitude.

A monologue of a person in search of a blue sky, directed at you and I who’s in dark times. choosing to go where the wind takes us till another day.

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Surrounded and confined

At times life brings you joy, hopes, and  dreams then it brings you to points where you personally feel lost in solitary confinement, filled with feelings of dissolution.

Surrounded by four walls, personifying the unshed tears of a grief, Self doubt, Anxiety, and dissolution unfathomable by even once self. One awaits the slow  advance of the walls, expanding inwards confining and foreboding more with each passing thought.

A tiny opening on one side, illuminating a thin strip on the wall with a beam of moon light symbolising the lingering hope in finding a solution to our problems. The damp coldness of circumstances slowly eating away at us through sores and frost bites.

Weirdly enough the jailor of this hellscape our mind has its ways of deciding when we will be kept in and when we’ll be let to stall across the open grounds, still confined by massive walls and fences that cover us and separate us from the people around living a ”normal life”.