all the metaphors in the world cannot disguise the anguish and the seemingly infinite sadness that one feels when one is certain that there is a dead-end wall at the end of a premeditated journey, a journey that was initially planned and hoped for, as an exit door for all the melancholy and bitterness that haunts our inner consciousness.
when we acknowledge the towering cul de sac at the end of our ‘tunnels’, we become humbled, and thoughts of pitch black visuals and non-functioning lungs begin to appear before our eyes… the questions that we ask and the remarks that we will make when ‘the wall’ approaches us, will vary anywhere from ‘ooo…shit!’, to ‘no, not now!’…to -if we’re lucky enough-: ‘crash into me, wall, destroy me to oblivion with all your might and force, break my core, make me bleed… you are unavoidable, but so was she…’
‘i’ve crashed into her, and till this day, the literal end of my road, never once have i regretted the journey that i’ve travelled…so go ahead, wall, i have no remorse’.
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