Looping the Ashes

I broke one of my guitar string today. Then I also broke the one spare string I have in the process of replacing it.

Like sand, the ashes crumble in our touch and disappear through the cracks of our fingers. The difference is, ashes left a black mark.

The string, the sand, the ashes, what do they mean? It feels like I am supposed to make a connection between them, but I am too distracted to do so.

We are beginning to forget a lot of things. The names, the places, the smell of comfort. The heat, the creases on our forehead. The frown, the sweat, the muffled sighs. The rainfall, the agony, the connection we shared. But that's okay. It's okay.

All is falling apart. In destruction, a new foundation is created. In this garden we once called home, we torched down all flowers that we loved to forget the pain. We hurt others to forget our own pain and hide it by cruelty. Innocence is lost that day, and we are thrown into the harsh world.

Be kind to yourself.

I can try. We do our best to rise every morning, and life is too short to be wasted on moping around. We have our obligations and daily rituals, and we need to spend time for others as well. That leave us with so little time for ourselves.

I do not want to let those little time pass just like that.

When we lose something, we tend to find things to cover the gaping hole it left in us. Maybe I am just distracting myself, or maybe it is for real this time. Only time can tell.

I see happy people and wonder why are they smiling and laughing. I see gloomy people and I wonder why are they frowning and looking outside the window.

It's okay. It's alright.

We have our lives to go through. Beating ourselves once in a while is fine, but do that too much and it will affect you to the point where you do not want to see another day.

By giving advises to another and by teaching what we have learnt so far to others, we are leaving an imprint of ourselves inside them. We will continue living inside them, as long as they still breathe. When they spread our words around, passing it to newer generations, we are being propagated. We will live on and on, until the society decides that they had enough.

There's no right. There's no wrong. Just make it loud enough, and a lot of people will accept it as the truth. No one cares. Just let it slide, and there won't be any pain. No consequences, just forget it all. Black and white, bad or good, ugly and pretty, they won't hold any meaning in the dream world.

You are you, and you are everything.