Oct 24, 2002
A straight circle
It always starts with a conflict – a struggle from within. In the end, I know a part of me would betray me, like a hand softly trembling out of fear.
Comparable to a hidden confusion is a suppressed smile. The manifestations are always there. Subtleties are like the gentle song of a mother to a child, with the former simply being near. It is a fact that the most complex of situations could be described with a single word. On my part, I have to run around in circles to get my lines straight.
Countless people are silenced by a verse of a familiar chord. And though I’m talking with myself right now, the people I let into my world are listening. Hide as I might, the biggest traitor is myself. When the mind speaks, the body listens. When the heart has chosen to be silent, the whole body screams.
What then is my story for today? Beneath the nuances are shades of gray on an otherwise rainbow that is blank. Nothing’s new in here, more questions than answers. I tried to ignore what I felt this day but I guess I simply could not. Strangely enough, I found motivation to write based on the struggle I feel.
In short, I’m desperately trying to hide an unarticulated emotion. On a game of chess, I’m loosing.
It always starts with a conflict – a struggle from within. In the end, I know a part of me would betray me, like a hand softly trembling out of fear.
Comparable to a hidden confusion is a suppressed smile. The manifestations are always there. Subtleties are like the gentle song of a mother to a child, with the former simply being near. It is a fact that the most complex of situations could be described with a single word. On my part, I have to run around in circles to get my lines straight.
Countless people are silenced by a verse of a familiar chord. And though I’m talking with myself right now, the people I let into my world are listening. Hide as I might, the biggest traitor is myself. When the mind speaks, the body listens. When the heart has chosen to be silent, the whole body screams.
What then is my story for today? Beneath the nuances are shades of gray on an otherwise rainbow that is blank. Nothing’s new in here, more questions than answers. I tried to ignore what I felt this day but I guess I simply could not. Strangely enough, I found motivation to write based on the struggle I feel.
In short, I’m desperately trying to hide an unarticulated emotion. On a game of chess, I’m loosing.
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