The Red-Light Area

I don't Understand!

The more people think, the less joyful they are becoming in their lives. It should not be so. My mind is just life's garbage bin. Anybody who walks by me in the path of life stuffs something in my head and goes. I really have no choice. Whatever comes and hits any of the sense organs, either vision or a sound or a sensation or a taste or a smell, gets stored in the mind.

All of them are 2x stronger when emotions are involved. The heart hurts, the eye weeps, and life seems to halt, but time goes on. It is a journey of agony. I taught myself to lick my wounds clean.

I picked up the strength to get up and walk again. I got on with life, took the thrashes like a hero, broke down, stumbled, but I was never on the ground. I have become the ideal version. I have become someone I was dying to see myself as.

It was all going well. I had almost won over everything until life decided to slap me in the face again. I was brought to the same point I had started. Kiara's presence was a splash of cold water on a chilly winter night.