|photo credit: Himalayas Mountain Flight via photopin (license)|
Life is the most hilariously painful thing.
It fills every single one of our cells with pain and pleasure.
It sort of also envelopes our thoughts into a hard, solid rock.
Like the Himalayas last winter and the very day
Where everything that had been blue, now turned to white.
Right at this moment, autumn is a dead old tree
Waiting for the finger-like, six-sided projections to cover each leaf.
Autumn is where the leaves dance from the branches to a melancholy tune-
Just like the notes in my head, the painful yet pleasurable memories.
That one scent, mood and atmosphere - all it brings with it is sadness
Sometimes even just a blatant mockery.
Despair, distraughtness - the emptiness of life.
The emptiness of life, The North Pole, vast landscapes of nothing more than plain snow
Unproductive, distant and cold.
And I hope that with every single life lived on this planet,
It is so much more than that - unproductive, distant and cold.
© Pryaska Goorhoo