Sunset

I am an absurd introvert. People close to me are the ones I value and the ones who make me feel like an extrovert when I’m around them. But the society in which I live in continues to pull me stronger into its nauseous gravitational field. People scare me nonetheless; I’m forced to be fake with them and have meaningless conversations with them. I wonder if the purpose of my life is so insignificant that the ones I don’t wanna cross paths with, keep  blocking my way purposely and I must let them exploit me because, well, you know, the precious society doesn’t allow my robotic-self to perform otherwise!

Sometimes, I just don’t get it. What am I doing here? Suffering silently and letting people get the best of me has taken me nowhere except inside the gates of anxiety and depression. Whenever I think I’ve gotten closer to HIM, whenever I feel things have started making sense, gravity pulls me again and every other time, deeper into its roots.

Things become vague again – I become fake again – Hopelessness starts finding its way again.

As the sun sets,

My hope does too;

The orange rays left beyond

vanishing within minutes

My soul takes seconds

Shutting down…

Loss of breath…

Until fresh breeze

Cuts through my soul

My hope regains strength,

God sent this air

to awaken me

Once again,

He does this

Again

and

Again…

© Soiba

Photo: mine