Foolishment

They say that when you meet the love of your life time stops. That is when you experience a timeless moment: a moment when everything else stills as you free fall into something which up until that point, you never knew existed. When I first fell in love, there was nothing like a timeless moment. There was, however, reality punching me and telling me how not good enough I was. I was young, stupid and couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. All I could visualize were the unbridled feelings which I failed to control. It was like an unending display of fireworks. In life you realize that sooner or later, what you always think is, may not be. There was no timeless moment, my heart didn't skip a beat and no one gave me CPR. There was absolutely nothing! My unbridled feeling was on the other hand a tremendous roller coaster. My life took an unbalanced ration of how I felt and reality. And I ended up reaching for more than I could handle. Breakups suck! And there is nothing nice about it. It maybe a mutual feeling but in the end, it's the same old, same old reality; someone always gets hurt. No matter how nice you try to be about it, it still sucks and it's terrible. Why do we get so buried in love if breakups suck like this? Why do we search for companionship if all it'll do is scar us in the end? I used to always think love was overrated. Well, that opinion was subjected to great change when the ice broke. Why love if we are always going to mess it up? Why love if our hearts are susceptible to be broken? If loving can make some one emotionally, scarred or damaged, why do they still look for it?






Broken hearts can mend again. The pieces can stitch up again. The point is allowing yourself to grieve and letting the feeling of hurt run its course. It's always good for anyone to feel the hurt. Because numbing the pain postpones the hurt and it makes you live in fear. First of all, when you have a broken heart, you think of nothing but the pain and emotional loss, the emptiness and the relentless reminder of how your life has ended because of someone. Numbing the pain erases those relentless reminders and it provides temporary relief. and for a short moment, if you are in luck, you get to experience bliss in the wake of a break up. It always has that good sense of appeal to you and for everyone who wants to numb the pain. Of course, that is until you realize that the hurt is still waiting for you to deal with. Numbing the pain prevents you from being fully vulnerable in future relationships and can damage how you see the opposite sex. It's okay to sing yourself to sleep on those sleepless painful nights because as the day passes, it'll get better. You'll feel better. Maybe not at the pace you anticipated but it'll be better.

Bed Of Roses

Bed Of Roses

“Does pain have an owner?” He shouted as people busied about in the town square. But none listened. He was drunk and could hardly maintain his stand. Even the best he managed sounded meaningless; their attention was captured by something rather more important. Beads of confusion bore on his face, and his usual ruggedly handsome look had been ruined by the stench of alcohol. James Trevor measured up to about six feet, he possessed a tall, full figure and his well-built body and curly, short brown hair turned him in to every young woman’s dream. Before he turned eighteen years, he had succeeded in being responsible for three pregnancies and this was infuriating for the parents of the young girls. Of course, that was until the babies were birthed. At age twenty five, he had come to know pain in ways that no one imagined; all the children he fathered never lived past their first year. His joy over the years had been replaced with sorrow and his pain proved even more burdensome. This explained his reason for being in the town square trying as much as he possibly could to do his last good deeds before death took him away. After several yells, a man who had come to the square in search of a doctor decided to listen for his wife and father were in pain. “Does pain have an owner? I ask...” He shouted again, still drunk. “Is there none amongst you wise?” “Shut up you drunk, old, useless man,” one man replied with utter disgust spitting on him. The words were just out of his mouth when it began to pour heavily. The rains poured with such brut force yet James moved not a step. “Does pain have an owner” He yelled constantly and even louder. “You must be in pain; mixing your sore throat with spirit this morning.” He said to the man who had just spat on him. “Oh shut up! You fool!! if you were a doctor, you’d not be standing here drunk.” The man answered. James, with great effort walked briskly towards him and before he could say another word, he grabbed his neck with such force as if to kill him, and then the magic happened. His hand burned red hot like a metal buried in . The yelling and the chaotic cheering created a noisy pictorial of a crowd -although ignorant- pleased with what was currently happening. 

The town square was surrounded by old, buildings which had not more than two floors, some of which were owned by Samuel Rivers. From the windows, some peered, as the others yelled from the shade in excitement. To them, it was nothing more than a brawl between two drunken men. 

David Rivers, pouted in a corner looking detached and miserable. As he observed the brawl he noticed the hidden gifts that James had displayed to people who were too stupid to pay any attention. There was something James had that was of priceless value to his sick father and wife. James’s left hand was the key to him finding joy and a life filled with love. But little did he know that he would pay dearly for it.

Love at first sight -continued.

“There is a drought in the sky.” Esther said to Nina. “I wonder where they all went.” The sisters had their backs gently against the brown porcelain floor of the patio with their eyes gazing at the dry, limitless sky. “Yeah, tell me about it. Not even a star in sight.” Nina agreed. In the moment of silence, which followed after, Esther kept telling herself to not succumb to the temptation, but she knew she could trust Nina. “It was Bill, you know.” She said softly. “Hmm?” Nina hummed in shock, “Bill Trevor was the miracle?” She thought her ears were betraying her, but they weren’t. “Bill Trevor? How did that happen?” She asked vehemently as she impulsively stood up. “Ask him! Not me. I was dying...” She stood up and walked to the left end corner of the patio. Esther admired the view of the estate from where she stood. “...the minute his lips touched my head, I felt that warmth,” she smiled and felt her heart pulsate “it was strange…you know that kind of warmth…” “Shut up!” Nina interrupted, “you should not let mother see you talk about him with that face.” Nina continued. Esther stopped her, saying, “I understand Mama forbids it but, I love Bill and there is nothing she or Papa can do about it. They could die out of shock for all I care.” “Esther Rivers! You did not say that.” Nina replied in shock, “Take it back or God help me, I’ll have the maids wash your mouth with soap.”