Dear love,
Do you remember those days we used to run around like the world was leaving us behind, hoping that we would get somewhere, anywhere, the place where the people will acknowledge us with uproars and praises, chanting our names as we passed a mark like we were the best beings in the world? Were we not fools for expelling such great energy just to be praised once and thrown aside the next day? Yes! There was a victory, but after the victory what more was there to be seen? Was it love? Our pride gradually increasing? The people pointing at us for a single event that was past and gone? The fact that some people weren’t even present? Or that others still did not appreciate us in the end?
Why is it so hard to maintain happiness yet so easy to attain it? I cannot come to comprehend this thought of ever being forgotten even though the great numbers said they loved me.
Why does Sadness set in and linger for so long? Tugging at your heart and effortlessly tugging you down. If you were swimming in the sea, Sadness- who cannot swim- would tug on to you as though desperately asking for assistance, panicking and gradually sinking you with him.
Beautiful