quicksand

i pity her.

she will never find true happiness.

and yes, while this may appear as a statement of a grossly embittered man, all signs point to her living an unfulfilling life. yes she will have that kid for herself, it's going to be hard, but it's going to be rewarding - but without a father to raise that kid, it will fall prey with the same demons she faced throughout her life; without a partner to lean on, she will resort to unsavory ways to provide for herself and the kid.

in a very 100 years of solitude kind of way, the characters won't matter, but more so the characterizations.

she will lie through her teeth. the real story will never be revealed. hell, even i don't know the entire story - only the details that matter. only she will carry the cargo of the troubling truth. she won't come to terms with it because she will keep looking for ways to forget that this all ever happened. she will be in a constant state of chasing escapism.

because when you've dug yourself in a hole so deep, you have no choice but to be comfortable in it.

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