The pull of the melancholy

   Looking in the mirror. The faces of past staring back.They seem confused,thinking, how did we get here and what is to come. I am confused as you are,I think to myself. The eyes are tired,red and bloodshot. The wear and tear is coming through and it's wearing thin. Tired,exhausted. Looking for an escape where there is none, with the only way forward, to act like nothing happened. Be bigger,stronger,better and get on with it. Isn’t it what dad used to say?There is sadness behind those eyes but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Why?Is it after what happened or something else?Is it the memories or the look into the future that brings this lost soul down. Glorious melancholy,how sweet your taste,just can’t get enough. As if I’m coming up for air after the drowning in the depths of the sea only to go back down being drawn by the colours and life underneath the waves. The voices keep talking to me as I stare at myself. They all think they know everything but it seems like their confidence is found on false hopes and the memories of the past. I see the demons and the angels,the obvious stereotypical struggle of the modern youth,i think to myself trying to make sense of it all. We move forward,time passes and the world keeps on spinning but the humanity stays the same,the technology and the number of years change but the demons remain untamed. It’s a sad picture you and I. We see each other as we are, yet we wear masks and compliment each other on how beautiful they look. Wouldn’t it be grand, if it was a carnival,yet alas, it is not. So I encourage you my friend in the mirror,wear your mask proud,stand tall and show it off,they will love it. Eat it up and beg for more. I know it is wrong and I should not encourage the poor lost soul but the demon’s inside me are putting up the fight and I am at their mercy. So the lost soul marches on, to live another die of lies in this world of liars like you,the world of freedom makers,the free spirits you strive to be one day.Those who dare to put up a fight,who see defiance and hope in the mirror,those who wave no to the melancholy that creeps in. So go on,wear your mask,strive and hope and wait and maybe tomorrow,maybe just tomorrow,you will dare to take it off. See the world for what it is,put up a fight and dare to defy the every day mundane. Dare to be different,seize the life and the moment,live your life as you were always meant to.

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