An overheated organism

Sometimes when she speaks, her voice reflects the agony that has been eating her up on the inside. The signs of despair and the amount of sorrow accumulating in the heart… How much and for how long can one’s body and mind accommodate such an adverse invasion?
And I can’t change or comfort her. I just watch her like an autistic; unable to comprehend.
I only snapped at her once during my stay and I instantly regretted it. But it was just the once, despite the cabin fever.

Watching people who suffer from stress is as bad as any chronic disease. Stress factors deteriorate your body’s functions – sometimes gradually, sometimes quickly. It may start with growth of skin diseases, hair loss, rapid aging, sensitive kidney or inner suffocation (panic attack). I’ve seen those.
In the next stage one would begin to injure himself, because he hates everyone and himself so vehemently. The inner is like a radical force hiding in a cave or temple, planning on how to inflict its pain on others. But I wish it would inflict its agony, anger and sorrow on itself. These stress factors are testing your endurance level. You must not fail.
As options people would consume depressants such as alcohol or drugs. This makes me believe that the world’s intrinsic journey is based upon finding oblivion. And while dwelling in remembrance or nostalgia, you deliberately lie to yourself.

What am I after discovering the novelty of telling lies? Although this is just another expansion of the line on which my guilty conscience balances.
How do you treat a person’s thinning hairline effectively? Reach out for drugs maybe. Therapy. Make-believe solutions. To sustain the balance of health is no longer crucial to those who rack their brains over job and money.
How do you encourage a person to believe in something that you don’t give a shit about?
Why is it so hard to comfort people? Why is it so hard to be a friend…
You’ve been through the exact same thing. You lost your innocence, been through cleansing and now you’ve started anew.
Maybe it’s the reminders that make you go numb – a sudden recap on all those things that had gone wrong in the past.
What have I lost on memory lane, anyway?
This must be where lucid perception fucks up.
Though, I like being surrounded by perceptive people. I’ve realized that I wasn’t as perceptive as I had thought.
Whatever you find, it’s never what you had in mind. You are then unprepared for what is yet to come, uncertain of how your life will continue or how you want it to continue.
I couldn’t give a damn about faith, but I will give it a try.

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