Whenever we see life in its full glory exuding its disconcerting nature we frighten , gets despised comparing it with other streams of life projecting our fantasies onto them. We become envious to them been oblivious about everything that it entails. Surely they might seem pleasing and marvelous for each of our lives are a bouquet of finely fabricated and heavenly smelling flowers underneath which lies the real dread dry thrones ready to suck blood of others. We are always attracted to others and does the same to others. Whole world is inviting each other for tours which nobody likes but a few survives some by compulsion others by genuine affection, As though heavens are been constructed onto the roots of dread and rugged. But that's how things turn out to be all the pain we endure and incur on others are just to create our own version of heaven but what ultimately prevails is the eternal confusion that our humanity deals with setting up each step with utmost skepticism and consideration sometimes it augurs well but often times it turns out to be catastrophic. On a micro level this interplay of various archetypes lurks beneath all the actions and circumstances of our life but we miss out on them and instantiate them onto others. Its not heaven we seek for hell also seems pleasing to us unlike ours which we always despise.
Always feeling unsure she leaves. Maybe it's her fault. Her structure is dismantled. With her constant array of doubts. Always injuring herself with self assaults. Innumerable reasons she count. For her to be non existent in this drought. One day she seeked all the pleasures she brought. But filling herself with all the hollowness she flew. Up in the sky becoming a symbol of guiding light. She felt ecstatic and sedated. Mitigating all worries she elated. But she never knew why she was aloof. She gradually started to feel despair. There was nobody beside to make her beware. Fear of the unknown always haunted her. As everybody was gazing her with the feeling of awe and dismay. But air stated to seep out through the layers of her bloated surface. Which dictated her journey from becoming a prayer to prey.
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