Apr 2018
Heart: I have begun to feel a chill, it grows worse every day. I see darkness seeking to overtake me. Friend, what do you make of this? Should we seek a new warmth to save us?
Mind: You fool! Don't you remember? The last fall you took...you landed so hard, and in so much pain. No! Absolutely not Solitude is the place for us. The abyss of solitude is in and of itself a comfort.
Heart: Oh come now friend, we can work together to find a better source of warmth, a real one this time! I just know it's there! It will warm us for life and not leave us. It's out there...we must try..
Mind: What about the previous fall? Where I had to take the reigns but you still chose the place of which to fall. I see pain has taught you nothing... you refuse to listen..you shut me out. Yet, I'm scared to take the reigns too hard. This cursed warmth....what a disaster it can be...false warmth always laughing at our anguish. That is all that exists. I'm sorry friend...I hold no comfort for you...I only bring truth and reality.
Heart: You are right....I know this. Though I search for hope. Oh and it's a ****** thing... hope toys with me until I am nearly certain of what I seek to grasp then it vanishes as though it was never there. Hope toys with me until I am once again brought back to reality....always on my knees...sobbing and begging for the release of death. What do you see becoming of us? What will be our fate?
Mind: Yes, hope is a concept I created to keep us living but it's an awful creation..a word without form. It taunts and torments. I will forget hope and warm memories. Reality always wins...though you and I go kicking and screaming. You ask me what is to become of us...I see endless lonely days, you and I will drift further apart. We will push away all others who dare intrude in our loneliness. We will watch others continue on in their make believe happiness....and we will grow to despise it. No There isn't hope I'm afraid...Perhaps there never was. Just a meaningless word. Now let us grow silent and walk onward to the abyss that is apathy.
-John Marneslow.
Mind: You fool! Don't you remember? The last fall you took...you landed so hard, and in so much pain. No! Absolutely not Solitude is the place for us. The abyss of solitude is in and of itself a comfort.
Heart: Oh come now friend, we can work together to find a better source of warmth, a real one this time! I just know it's there! It will warm us for life and not leave us. It's out there...we must try..
Mind: What about the previous fall? Where I had to take the reigns but you still chose the place of which to fall. I see pain has taught you nothing... you refuse to listen..you shut me out. Yet, I'm scared to take the reigns too hard. This cursed warmth....what a disaster it can be...false warmth always laughing at our anguish. That is all that exists. I'm sorry friend...I hold no comfort for you...I only bring truth and reality.
Heart: You are right....I know this. Though I search for hope. Oh and it's a ****** thing... hope toys with me until I am nearly certain of what I seek to grasp then it vanishes as though it was never there. Hope toys with me until I am once again brought back to reality....always on my knees...sobbing and begging for the release of death. What do you see becoming of us? What will be our fate?
Mind: Yes, hope is a concept I created to keep us living but it's an awful creation..a word without form. It taunts and torments. I will forget hope and warm memories. Reality always wins...though you and I go kicking and screaming. You ask me what is to become of us...I see endless lonely days, you and I will drift further apart. We will push away all others who dare intrude in our loneliness. We will watch others continue on in their make believe happiness....and we will grow to despise it. No There isn't hope I'm afraid...Perhaps there never was. Just a meaningless word. Now let us grow silent and walk onward to the abyss that is apathy.
-John Marneslow.
A conversation between a foolish and hurt heart and a broken and sad mind.
