Melancholies

  We all had dreams when growing up, some dreamt of becoming pilots, other astronauts. The rollercoaster of life caused some of us to become chemists, whether by choice or not. Chained to their laboratory, experimenting, and forfeiting sobriety. They play the chemist with dull knives till they are on the floor hitting the ceiling and falling off the cliff, tiptoeing in the void, leaving behind a broken Lego house. Staring from the deepest of the deep end up to the world that others live in, searching for the sun but they meet only with unnatural lights that burn their skins to their bone, sharing their ‘sins’ for the people above to point at. They chained themselves consuming their chemistry, till it’s the latter that is consuming them and dictating their moves. We fight off oppression, looking for independence and freedom but we put to the side those that are oppressed by their alter ego, addiction. Should we not extend a hand to help? The society we live in taught us to turn

 They say do good and karma will reward you, do bad and karma will punish you. But who decide what is good and bad, who deserves punishment or not? How are we expected to live under the threat of punishment by some astral figure?  What if instead life is just a circle of pain and rest and karma is a human construction of a moral code?  The boy lived some hard times, getting his soul ripped slowly away, tear ducts like a desert and the heart going numb with pain. He wishes for it to be over one way or the other, seeking an eternal cure for pain. Then come a moment of rest, where the pain goes on a hiatus and the boy learns to smile again. The smile is so fake however.. What is the use of smiling if the circle starts all over again and the pain comes back and hits even harder, and it will eventually come as we are mere pawns of a higher power. Acting out a play for the sickening enjoyment of someone, or something.  Thus the boy smile not, but close his eyes and accept the fate to come. I