There is something about life that can just get you down. Nothing particularly upsetting or nasty can have happened, and yet the heart is heavy and the mind embittered.
A curse has been laid upon the simple pleasures of life. All that once brightened a gloomy day has been torn away, leaving nothing but a score to be settled and a scar avenged.
The road ahead at times appears to be bearable, until a neighbouring traveler remarks on her [or his] great-fortune and joys that are to come. The once faint glitter that could be seen in the reflection now seems dark and dreary beside her's [or his'].
Try hard to resist such comparisons: but once noticed, it is nearly impossible to ignore prominent evidence of splendor among a journey of fog and confusion.
At times distractions of a rambling, fast-forward, high-powered mind fed by a creative, unrealistic imagination gains control of the wheel. But not all road blocks can be transformed into soft landings. Reality, in it's cynical form, mangles and deflates all hopes of the fairy tale objectives.
Re-established on the road of facts and thorns, the only fuel which remains is the fading memories of a once-dreamed life.
And so the road, packed with rushed travelers with no real destination in mind, will continue to lead us on. To nowhere in particular, we go, blinded by neon lights and the Father of Lies.
~I'm gonna smile my best smile
And laugh like it's going out of style
but this learning to live again is killing me~
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