Instinct is God sometimes.
Especially, times
when
pod-busting feelings of
sunny memories reflect loss-es
as reality, till they become
the silhouette of ugly fantasies.
Then
Grief competes with the
love of God. Since grief and God
lives in the mind of humans.
This grief refuse to go away but we must not talk about it to avoid being categorized as insane.
The pain from the losses remain the same but we must pretend to be unhurt to avoid being categorized as depressed.
This feeling must be contained and not exhibited but we can only complain of accepted health issues.
These days remain doubtful but we must smile courageously through it until the dark can safely hide our fears.
The nights are full of terrors but we must hold on to silence because we have no one to run to with such oddities- those we had are dead.
Death cheats on you, time cheats on you, and humans too.
We demand too much loyalty in return for our circumstantial-driven consideration; too much privilege in return for obvious selfishness; too much obeisance in return for wanton biases; too much trust in return for our oozing deceits.
Silence allows ripples to settle faster but never takes away the wind. Only a few voluntarily offer help without ulterior motives or future expectations. There is no aspiration beyond 6 feet; no grace beyond being; and no hope beyond our witnessing the dawn.
People deliberately do bad most times but pretend to be incapable of it. However, we should all remember the Yoruba adage that “Àgbọ́n ń gbọ́n tán ọgbọ́n ó máa ń mu ọlọ́gbọ́n gọ”. Seeing ourselves too wise than others would reveal our foolishness.
Hallucination, Trance & Silent Whispers 