Friday, April 01, 2005

To have something so precious plundered, life simply seems pointless. Overwhelmed with miseries and shame, one's heart was maimed.

Ever had that experience?
I doubt it.

Pangs fill my soul as one thinks about the incident. Struggling and harrowing... Forced into doing something so intimate that sins and filth taints every portion of the being. Such pain remains even after the invasion had ended. Having to put up a front, like a thespian on stage, a fool laughs and sings the notes of joy. Putting up a show, using the art of pretence, convincing the audiences that happiness does exist. But, when curtain falls, the mask burns and stings tremendously. The fool escaped the scene and hid. Cowering as fear emancipates from the dark; faces of a pseudo felicity melts away...

Living in a nightmare, one walks callously like the dead.

I can't pretend anymore. I can't bear the hauntings. I want it all to end.

Love,
Brenda.
4/01/2005 08:52:00 PM