quinta-feira, 7 de maio de 2020

Blaming the angel

Your life sucks.
Everything hurts.
You keep on living just because its too troublesome to stop
You just want the time to pass you by until you die

And then you find an angel
and while it stays around you you want to be alive, it makes you feel good, it makes you feel better, it makes everything less painful

While it wants to stay around you everything its fine
you feel the long lost will to keep on living and its great
it wants to be with you and you're both happy with that

Eventually the angel starts showings signs it might want to go away every now and then
and it makes you feel scared that it might go away forever and you will go back to the miserable life you had before

So you tell it that it needs to stay with you, and slowly start making it believe that.
You remember how strong are its wings and you begin setting traps around it
You see the angel need to fly and so you start making its wings heavier

You are just so scared that it'll leave you and you'll be alone with your pain again that you need to make everything to keep it with you

Now the angel its struggling around the chains you set, its screaming and crying and its hurting you
It doesnt like you anymore, it doesnt make you happy anymore, it just makes you feel new different kinds of pain.
But you dont notice that, you're still scared that without the angel your life will be bad like back then, so you fight to keep it around you, you try to trick it to need to come back to you if it leaves.

So you pretend to let it free and it sort of flies around you without actually leaving
You feel like your plan is working, you're glad but still feel the need to punish the angel for its bad behavior, so you start making things that hurt it

Suddenly the angel can't take it anymore, it leaves for good.

You're scared that now things will go back to the way they were before.
But they dont.

Your life indeed sucks. Everything still hurts.
You really dont want to keep on living and stopping doesnt sound that troublesome anymore.
You wonder if you even want time to pass you by.

Its worse.