Devastation In Session

What is it to fall in love and out of love? It is a strange feeling. I believe, it is a constant lesson that sometime we learn or we never learn at all. Sometimes when things fall apart, you just have to swallow it, no matter how painful it feels like a ball covered with rustied spikes going down your throat slowly.

At times, we start to blame ourselves, each other, fate, god or the cats even. It is a cycle, a cycle that will lead you to nowhere but here. We never realised our mistakes only at the moment where things are crumbling. All we could do is cry and hope that things will be alright again.

When your feelings are scarred...they are scarred, there is no cure, and never will unless the heart is healed. But that only leaves to fate to resolve that. Love is a constant gauge of feelings, but we do or always neglect most of the time...due to our selfish/self-centred ways.

Pain and suffering, what good do they do? How do we ever erase the good times in the past? The moment we set our eyes on each other like there is no one else in this world. A broken heart is a fist all wrapped up with regret begging for reconciliation.

To beg means to realise or maybe to surrender. Surrendering means you have lost the battle, losing the battle is like walking straight through a pathway of uncertainty;in limbo or floating aimlessly.

We are always remembering the dismembered ... we are foolish little souls seeking for mercy when the sky is already falling our pathetic heads. People never learn ...