Inside a cynic's head
A Battle of Brains
Memories corrode my mind like acid rain on bare trees. I can't take the intensity of the tide that drives them ashore from the deepest caverns of my brain, flooding every nook and corner and the remorse that accompanies them in a stew of hormones - there's just too much to bury in those wrinkles. I'm getting used to the idea of dwelling in the past and ruining my future in the process. Well, if today is a gift then it sure is wrapped too tight for me to open. so much for calling it a "present".
Unlike some people, the getting over part never really worked for me. I've always got "under" things, let them grow on me and allowed them to blossom into something meaningful inside my head but end up all meaningless at the same time. all within a blink of an eye. whoosh, gone!
Two degrees
Some people thrive in the uncertainty of things. It brings out the best in them. The vast emptiness, the eternal darkness gives rise to hope that there's always light at the end of the tunnel. They're at peace with themselves with no one to trust and no one to confide in. A constant struggle with no constraints yet not entirely free from the ties of society.
while others take a leap of faith, sail on the oceans of belief till they are drowned by the tumultuos waves of betrayal by the ones close to them, and a second degree cynic is brought forth to the world. The doctrine of trust ripped apart into countless number of pieces. The treaty broken, never to be written again!
The Root Cause
Sometimes i think people like to disappoint you on purpose - all hand in hand but still envious. They are programmed to harbor mal-intent and ill-will for everyone around them, everyone that they find challenging. the oddness and eccentricity of human minds is no more a mystery when you start to think in the opposite direction of what they claim to do or say.
