I always find myself fascinated by the dark, the thunderstorm, the moonless nights, and everything else that impels me to take my breath away.
To be honest, I never realized why?
Why is it always the affliction that I love? As patently, I let myself drown in the ocean of sorrows and fall in the valleys of broken promises.
Ironically, life tries to warn me about the pain it holds. Meanwhile, it also gives my heart the utmost strength to pour myself into it.
Therefore, I do it! I fall in love over and over again. Even though it comes with the warning signs, I cannot stop myself from falling for it. Although for mortal beings like us, we like to write them in stories because reality turns fairytales into nightmares that no one wants to believe.
I admit it hurts and the hurting won’t stop for a while. So, I try to find a sense of serenity around the miseries as I feel the layers on my skin shed eventually, revealing the soul that hides within.
In those moments of blues, I feel this heart has stopped beating out of the suffering and agony it felt. However, the soul still wants to glide on the surface of my skin. As if a part of this hurting set it frees.
My body drowns and, the soul lifts.
Therefore I love affliction the hurting makes me breathe.
