The following pieces are a reflection of the experience both I and those around me have encountered. This 10 part series brings with it an attachment to a part of life built upon by a significant human emotion.
Disclaimer: The series is based loosely on sketches of random events. In no way is it meant to represent a factual life.
Song of Choice - "Be There" - Seafret / "Take Shelter" - Years and Years
A lonely path; crowded yet by yourself. Laughter, like nails against your ears. They're talking about you. The voices, jokingly pressing down on the fire building. You turn. Head arched high, hands outstretched, "This is not...". You look to him, the person who once held so much of power. A dark topic for future days to come. A clean break. Painful yet quick. Necessary to escape. Necessary to begin to rebuild.
***
You're not much to them. Aren't you? A convenience to have around but cast aside plainly for their superior choice. One of life's harshest of realities is having someone taken from you. Give them your 100 and you'll get back 60 if you're lucky. Bouncing back and forth between what you've set out to achieve and failing every time to get close. It's not their fault... It never is. You're just playing different board games and they're winning at both. So now what?
***
The cold winter air blows against your untied hair as you ask, "Promise to never bring this up again?" He agrees; the wind howls as you tell him, shielding those with pricked ears from ever leaning in. "What can I do Dan?", knowing the answer before even asking it... You stare from afar at the person you don't even recognise anymore. They wave. Time can do lots of terrible terrible things. Yet you remain subdued. "If you want to get used, then get used", he chimes in as his phone begins to flash.
***
The funny part is that you have nothing to complain about. They're quite willing to cast you aside; the line up of those awaiting presence is seemingly endless. If you want to go, then go; but don't ever think that they'll fight for you to come back. I wonder if that's what makes it harder, that risk of giving in to the inevitable.
***
You were his convenience. Comfortable, familiar and brilliant. Yet he grew bored by his conquest. Thirsty for the chance to be someone else's limelight. The challenge takes over. You can't see the good in a good thing once you have it. Breakdowns are always hard. Seeking solace was never easy, and the acceptance that you're never getting back the time lost. That's what scares you, doesn't it? The sacrifice you made; was it worth it? How can they be so blind? Mainly cause they aren't seeing through your eyes. Yet you remain irrational, the cycle repeating itself.
***
It's not a curse. It's just a part of life. You will always want more from someone who wants more from someone else and so the cycle continues. It's rare to give back the same as you receive. You will be cast aside, time and again just like they get cast aside without realising it. Look around you, everyone follows, yet nobody truly leads. I
t is funny though, for someone to not notice the little things standing right in front of them. Yet I guess that's why people are who they are; and the ones who acknowledge it, different. Remember it's a two player game; don't give in to a handicap.
I could be wrong though, but then I've yet to be proved so.
Disclaimer: The series is based loosely on sketches of random events. In no way is it meant to represent a factual life.
Song of Choice - "Be There" - Seafret / "Take Shelter" - Years and Years
A lonely path; crowded yet by yourself. Laughter, like nails against your ears. They're talking about you. The voices, jokingly pressing down on the fire building. You turn. Head arched high, hands outstretched, "This is not...". You look to him, the person who once held so much of power. A dark topic for future days to come. A clean break. Painful yet quick. Necessary to escape. Necessary to begin to rebuild.
***
You're not much to them. Aren't you? A convenience to have around but cast aside plainly for their superior choice. One of life's harshest of realities is having someone taken from you. Give them your 100 and you'll get back 60 if you're lucky. Bouncing back and forth between what you've set out to achieve and failing every time to get close. It's not their fault... It never is. You're just playing different board games and they're winning at both. So now what?
***
The cold winter air blows against your untied hair as you ask, "Promise to never bring this up again?" He agrees; the wind howls as you tell him, shielding those with pricked ears from ever leaning in. "What can I do Dan?", knowing the answer before even asking it... You stare from afar at the person you don't even recognise anymore. They wave. Time can do lots of terrible terrible things. Yet you remain subdued. "If you want to get used, then get used", he chimes in as his phone begins to flash.
***
The funny part is that you have nothing to complain about. They're quite willing to cast you aside; the line up of those awaiting presence is seemingly endless. If you want to go, then go; but don't ever think that they'll fight for you to come back. I wonder if that's what makes it harder, that risk of giving in to the inevitable.
***
You were his convenience. Comfortable, familiar and brilliant. Yet he grew bored by his conquest. Thirsty for the chance to be someone else's limelight. The challenge takes over. You can't see the good in a good thing once you have it. Breakdowns are always hard. Seeking solace was never easy, and the acceptance that you're never getting back the time lost. That's what scares you, doesn't it? The sacrifice you made; was it worth it? How can they be so blind? Mainly cause they aren't seeing through your eyes. Yet you remain irrational, the cycle repeating itself.
***
It's not a curse. It's just a part of life. You will always want more from someone who wants more from someone else and so the cycle continues. It's rare to give back the same as you receive. You will be cast aside, time and again just like they get cast aside without realising it. Look around you, everyone follows, yet nobody truly leads. I
t is funny though, for someone to not notice the little things standing right in front of them. Yet I guess that's why people are who they are; and the ones who acknowledge it, different. Remember it's a two player game; don't give in to a handicap.
I could be wrong though, but then I've yet to be proved so.
