Sorrow is not a beautiful state of mind. It is but a battle with one’s own thoughts. Cerebellum and Cerebrum are just a jumbled up phenomenon. Sorrow is not just a feeling, but the exact point where you feel that you are quite alone in the whole wide world. Because the heart in that body did not care for you, that person ceases to exist.
Sorrow, is a form of guilt, where you are subconsciously aware that you are expecting from the wrong side. But you being you, hoped in the hope that things would end up good. Even when that nagging feeling got stronger, ignoring it yet, you hoped.
You were always there, by their side, whenever the need be. But when your time came, you were left alone. Followed by only your shadow, and none else. You were in need. You cried, you screamed, you struggled, but were unable to stand up. Unable to make yourself run away. Unable to speak up, because there was no one else to listen. None else to save you. None else to run with.
You were alone, quite alone.
That’s when you realized, that you were not alone. You were yourself. Considering your soul another person standing with you, you stood up. Your feet wobbled, your knees buckled, and you fell. Again you tried. This time, there was a coldness in your heart, a fierce determination, to deny the world another laugh or smirk at your expense. You stood for your soul. You stood, for yourself.
You took the path that none would cross, trying to avoid contact with anyone, for there was still some of the hurt lingering in there, in your heart. You were set now though, that you would move up the general human mind, and not give a heck about what the misbegotten world thought about you; it was not your business what they thought anyway.
This day, when you are almost home, the ones who had killed you inside, come across your vision. That feeling of your life being crapped is now trying to creep in again. But, you show the one sign that you always hated seeing others do, making them lower their gazes, and an embarrassed blush creeping upon their cheeks to their ears.
Oh, what satisfaction that derived. You fumble in your jeans’ pocket, forgetting where you’d had put them. You find your keys in your purse instead. You open up, step inside, and simply close the door; in their faces. You light the place up, put the stereo on high, and head up into the kitchen. Coming back into the sitting area, you sit on the love seat, inhale your cream latte, and sigh.
Your life is now fine. Just Fine.