Disclosure Desired

There comes a time in each person’s life when they have all the faith in the world that they can finally make something happen. Now Arabella has reached the point of no return. It was almost beyond imaginary.

Things she regrets saying. Sights she regrets seeing. Sounds she regrets hearing. Words she regrets writing. There’s no turning back, unfortunately.

Why are you always grey? Why is she always black and white?

Rapture was close and Arabella was hidden within discomforting silence. She doesn’t ask ‘why?’ anymore. She has been disarmed, though I haven’t. I feel numb and cold. Maybe it’s because it’s too undeterminable. Maybe it’s because of my ego. Maybe it’s because of yours. Maybe it’s because it contradicts.

How did I become emotionless, apathetic and intolerant? Or have I always been? Too much ambiguity is not that harmful. I need that luck, by the way, and everything else would be as bittersweet.

Now go back to sleep, we’ll go outside when it’s overcast.

“Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion” – Tool, Schism
“As your time is running out, let me take away your doubt” – Nine Inch Nails, In This Twilight