When all the pieces of puzzle fits perfectly together for the people closest to my heart, and leaving me the only clueless one, really makes me wonder if I am the marked black sheep among them? Or perhaps just cursed? Therefore, I search for the crypt to fade away; but the faint trail of the curse keeps on haunting me everywhere like a shadow. Wherever I am, it is always there; giving me a wicked look with a crooked smile with eyes full of pity saying,
“You can not run away from me, no matter what road you take, what path you follow, I AM ALWAYS THERE.”
Yet I keep on running; searching for a map and a compass to reach the end. Every time I reach it, disappointment hits me with a crippling frustration; because consistently I discover it as not the end, but only the beginning. I scream out loud, asking myself,
“Why couldn’t the curse be my knight in shining armor? Why do I keep on running after this illusion, mistaking it as a salvation?”
My unanswered questions remain vague and concealed. The curse flowing through my veins slowly poison me. What an addiction this is or shall I say a deadly hunger? I am cursed… cursed by life; and you are the cause and cure; hope and vanity; truth and lie;dream and reality...
The ugly face of life reveals, at certain points reality may taste like nightmares...while you are trying to escape your only destination....
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