My youthful stares, it seems, had been abandoned at sixteen... or does my mind simply badger? my old words, my old voice had gone beyond the horizon- and it was not the age of seafarers then... had they really fallen off the edge of this earth or do I just need to keep my feet planted on this shore and await their long-awaited but certain return? I know not. All I can really do right now is sigh... as I have been doing so for the past few days.
Traces of myself had made love with the sands of time and had been, sadly, wasted away by its waves.
Sometimes I wonder if the soul would have found another road to catharsis if man never discovered the great importance of sighing or the greater, liberating reality of shrugging... but my weight is not that cumbersome as yet and I can't shrug... yet.
But the weight is like that of single drop of water hitting one part of your body over and over and over again. The one redeeming difference is- it is sometimes sweet torture.
(Sometimes I still feel this. Like a leadened weight chafing my shoulder blades and pounding my skull. Only this time, I smile. Oh blessed, blessed smile. It strains my cheeks but soothes my soul.)
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