Afterglow...

Within the realm of choices that life has to offer, lies something so strong, so inexplicable, that ‘tis not everyday that the mind will dare to lean towards thinking about what it actually is, in reality. I feel like running away sometimes, to a place so far away from the pain, confusion and heartbreak of this existence, that not even the slightest remembrance of it will be able to reach me. And yet, at the same time, a hope of a greater tomorrow, one filled with happiness so full and complete, who’s afterglow one will have no choice except to bask in, keeps coming to me, its caresses as light as the touch of a butterfly’s wings.

‘Tis absolutely mortifying for someone in my place to have thoughts such as these, for the sheer and obvious fact that I am purported to be living the most realistic and down-to-earth existence that a girl could be living in, and of course, under those circumstances, I should remove all flimsiness from my mind. One would expect me to not dally, grip my thoughts with a firm hand, and bury them so far within the recesses of my mind, that they would never be able to be recalled, even with the most strenuous of efforts. But it is not possible, for these thoughts, and these moments of quiet reflection and deliberation are the essence of my nature, and cannot be torn from me without me becoming only a hollow shell of my former self, with nothing of who I used to be remaining. I fear that day. Truly, one never knows what the future will bring.

I await my tomorrow with a very human mixture of open arms and reluctance. The coming sun shall bring with it equal measures of happiness, life, death, destruction, hope, hopelessness, and life.


How will I look at tomorrow?