Monday, July 2, 2007

no distance left to run

when u fall, you're left with two options; you can break your fall and stand high or you can sink deeper. the karma police made their arrest and spoke in an archaic language called irony. there is no fucking distance left to run. the future has fallen short and it all boils down to this.

arlette's feelings drove her existence. now, she sat on the brink of hope which threw her emotions off the edge, she barely exists. she spoke to the karma police in a solemn voice, soft like whisper, dark as night and cold as death.

she realized that her choice had came attached with a string of other choices. it is so easy to take a wrong turn and end up in a catastrophe. fighting her feelings would be like fighting gravity; it is impossible to fight gravity. she stared into nothingness, not knowing what to do, where to go, how to feel, what she wants. she paced the floor seven times hoping for a salvation she knew didn't exist.

the only war she will ever know is life's vicious cycle. you can't break cycles, you can't fight gravity.
people don't change. people refrain. arlette mastered this lesson and she ran the distance. she ran her cycles and ended at the beginning. and back.

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