Final Cut

         I never thought that life could be this brutal and devastating.  As I went home the pouring rain reminded that somehow things will eventually subside and clear for the better.

         I was half awake, half dead fighting the emotions that has been there for a while. The sudden gust of wind that used to carry me to the right direction suddenly became my worst nightmare. I was stuck in the middle of the road not wanting to go home for I know eventually reality will once again set in giving me no option but to confer to this hatred and fear I’m feeling inside. I was knocked out hearing that the final road to happiness has finally ended.

       I should be happy, I really should, but I’m here blogging every sentiment that’s left of me. I’m free but the pain is there. I could feel it inching in to my system and confronting my conscience. What’s next for me? What can I expect? Will tomorrow be a brighter one for me? The pain is real. The joy is there to explore and to feel. I deserved to be happy but not to the expense of others. I’m running out of time, running out of emotions to share, I’m on the edge of losing everything. Is it all worth it? Is this the right thing to do? Clear my mind as I go through this final cut…