A Soliloquy II

A Soliloquy II

And now, in the quiet solitude of the night, I am again in a state of self-imposed depravation of sleep. My nicotine addiction makes me crave for an infusion of smoke, but apart from that, my wandering mind desires nothing. And though the night, like my cigarettes, shall burn out into the dawning of a new day; it can only be a continuum of my present misery. Besides, these nocturnal hours seem to be in eternal stagnation, dilating time by an infinitely large multiplier.

Juxtaposed against the stillness of time, my unsettled mind moves rapidly over loosely collected thoughts. The mind is weary, but yet it lingers in consciousness.

Perhaps when the mind finally crumbles from exhaustion and succumb to tiredness will the solace of slumber arrive. Only then can I sleep.

A Soliloquy (I)

A Soliloquy (I)

The empty world.

An everlasting regret it is, that a person sees both ugliness and beauty in equal proportions but chooses to dwell on the former. The obsession with imperfection is morbid and painful. My mental faculties are constantly reminding me of the hideous characteristics of human nature…and how they manifest in my family, my friends, my enemies, my brothers, my lovers and much more so in myself. And I am so heart-broken with these shortcomings that I fail to recall any more goodness and purity each and every human being is endowed with. Slowly, very slowly, salvation slips away…and the mind degenerates further and further away from the mainstream of the world around me. And I think to myself…What an empty world…what an empty world.