Sentiments

I become stagnant upon realizing that I’m starting to lose the memory I longed taken care of.  IF there is only a way to stop those memories from falling perhaps I would consider. Afraid to surfeit falling in love again, I grew oblivious to the pain and became reckless to dispose even this strangled heart of mine. I was left nothing but barely the assumption that someday I will forget this insanity that possesses me.

I could not wait until I learn the tricks of this trade. I will commit myself to love despite the betrayal or the charade of illusions that it might forsake me, but I am only willing to risk it all to love of myself and not to surrender it unjustly to anybody else. I hadn’t loose too much, apparently I was taught to strategize cautiously. Love is a responsibility but often times love became just a game between two stupid players.

 I love you is the most abused word in the world. It can either create or destruct a life. I love you can be both a truth and a deafening lie. Perhaps a triumph and a defeat. In some cases it is the only hope while for some it is the end of line. As much as I want to believe the value of that phrase, I would rather hear  it from the right mouth than to create an assumption and realize in the end that it is all a fabricated summation of words.

Love is the only thing that connects life and death. It is a line that connects opposite directions. It is life when love brings you happiness and it is death when it showers you with sorrow and despair. Sometimes love impairs your ability to think straight and often leads to argumentations worse are separations. It can betray you or it can elate you to high heavens. Love is what makes a human vulnerable to wounds and introduces change.

Speaking of change I am steered unto this chancy circuit where I realized I pass through a lot of billboards. On those billboards was a billeted pictures of me and the great love that I had, the love that I thought would never perish. As I go through my drive I noticed that those pictures slowly fades away, only then that I realized that I had already passed by those billboard withholding those brightly colored mementos. As much as I wanted to turn back my steering wheel there is no chance to return back on a one way street.

Nonetheless I have no choice but to go on and reach my destination despite the notion that at the end of this journey the last billboard that I’ll see is next to invisible.