So Emo

The aura of the night was discouraging. Bleak darkness ahead, with the accompaniment of the drizzle of the previous rainfall. Cool leaves rustled in the rusty wind. A single star was nowhere to be seen.


Then, out of a sudden. There was it. A galore of fireworks. Blasting on the night sky, illuminating the lost clouds which were shrouded in utter darkness. The sparks of lines sketching upon the skies, like flowers blossoming during spring. The loud continuous blasts deafened my hearing temporarily, though, keeping my heart calm to ponder my thoughts.

I had to agree, these few months had been really difficult for me. I had yet lost so much, failed so much and so frequently that I feared and shrunk all my self esteem to the lowest point that I could not believe. I had been tough to eliminate my fears, but it had caused me to lose my pride.

I am a self-conscious person. my pride is my everything. Yet, I had lost it, because of you...

Tell me how to feel good about that? Emotions are but child's play, portraying what one feel, that simple, that innocent, yet, I cannot. I cannot.

You have to forgive me, because this is me.

The galore stopped abruptly as it had started. Like flowers, they die one day when their life comes to an end, so do us, ignorant mortals.