This is a dreamer’s euphoria: a sea of colorful neon lights illuminating the night sky. The dazzling LED projections are enhancing the steel and concrete structures, submerging the aesthetic view of the tall skyscraper. Here, the elevation secludes you from the realm of basics. The echo of the boisterous crowd with the traffic hurdle makes an illusion looks real, a bemusing feeling: distant and artifical to the context.
This is the city we live in-
Here you work hard day and night just so you could make this life potential and worthy to the approval of others. You dwell on the idea of your pristine existence and then let such mundane thoughts get in between of your daily crisis.
You get drunk, wasted and seek pleasures in broken places.
Reality? Well it starts to mock back at your face, you get surrounded by the clouds of regret, cry on the ashes of your pretentious bliss and feel agitated on being abandoned by people you think highly of.
You’re tremendously losing the essence in your relationships and now, you’ve become desperate even for a slight glimpse of warmth that comes in your way.
Your mind keeps rattling in this intangible conflicting timeline, either to search for someone who is willing to converse with your silence or you’re just eager to find an escape route from this chaos. And when you stumble down from your ‘ideal perception’ you become capricious about the red flags that caused you to reckon on your negligence.
You’re tormented by the bitterness of betrayal. You’re spreading it like wildfire, burning everything that comes within its radius.
But nobody can reach you. As patience remains inversely proportional to your comprehension. And disguising your true self becomes the only defense mechanism against the threat of being termed as an “emotional idiot”.
This is reality, my friend. Here everyone carries a broken heart and adapts a narcissistic approach. They acknowledge themselves as a highly remarkable person. Too bad, this deception won’t bring an end to the darkness that prey on their fears.
How can you intricate the basic difference between the right and the wrong, when you have already become a walking impassive person who is disparaging others with dominance.
When you become the victim of your own choices, you set yourself on a path that is far beyond from healing and before you try to retrospect what’s happening, you’ve already turned into a nocturnal being who’s wandering in these ravaged streets with empty people, carrying a baggage of your shattered hopes.