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Waiting for the Reckoning
The guilt, the pain, and the twisted feelings swell and swell like an old wound that has scabbed over without ever truly healing
It forms an ugly boil on the heart, purple and deformed, pulsating and angry
You continue your daily routines, but you are always aware of its presence
The sharpness is gone and you have gotten used to the permanent pain
It is like living with cancer: the first thing you think of in the morning and the last before sleep at night
The shame is a veil. It removes the sharpness of life, dulling your surroundings, blurring the forms
There are no colors; everything is black and white
A smile is not a smile but a forced movement of the muscles, a formality to hide the truth inside which you believe everyone can see on you despite your ruse of bad acting
You watch the story slowly unfolding
It takes its’ time to spread like dust forming a light layer
It is getting harder to breathe day by day
How can people around you be so calm when everything is crumbling?
Soon there will be nothing left but sand, a haunting of memories of what once was, and a lingering of what could have been
