And the girl's suppressed hurts and angers were disclosed;
That sudden impetus was all she needed to spit out her gnawing, monstrous ardor...
Her suppressed secrets, her suppressed stress, her suppressed thoughts, the trivial conflicts, the unrequited love-
The pain that weighed like strata of colossal rock on her chest- the pain that nearly made her deranged- was finally relinquished.
All her hurt poured out from her pores in an amorphous state of blood.
And she became distorted, mangled.
Nothing more than a lost entity.



She looked down from the vast emptiness she sat upon
and the droplets of salt came down incessantly.

Oblivion.

It is what we, as ignorant people, live in.

We cannot deny the fact that we fall into this trap interminably, seeking ways to get out when passion drives us to- nevertheless, we fall into that trap again. And again, and again, and again.

When will we, as englightened people, open up our eyes, step out of the darkness, and stop pretending to be blind to our surroundings and others that are hurting- our sisters, our brothers?

No, I am not trying to be pedantic- no, I do not deny I am hypocritical, as I sometimes do idly stand by and watch people fall into a life of despair.

But sometimes...the frivolity of how people handle this matter numbs me.

My cautiousness in approaching a solution may appear to have a stultifying effect on me, but perhaps one day- one day- I can make a difference.