Welcome my fellow demented personas....
This is the first freaking time i have attempted to write something in a long time and i guess i should continue to..
to bring my existence into the light.
Been through a torturous time yesterday....
Saw the cold metal hands grab, pull and twist the very fabrics of my veins and tear from me a vital part of my life..
As i sat there useless, and contemplating its next move, the cold air breathed on my face, enhancing the dreagery of spending an hour of my precious existence in that claustrophobic room.
The pain.. it seeks me. it's jaws filling with saliva to digest anything that should unfortunately fall in like a Venus Fly Trap screaming to swallow..
Two straight pins invaded my thinly sensitive skin... sending volumes of chemical surging into my flesh. My mind exploded with rage... knowing that a certain part of me would leave me soon, torn from its home from where it spent its last 26 years of bliss..
Why must i subject myself to this torture? To have a precious part of me ripped like it did not matter? Its DNA is mine, its me. But another part of me coaxed my spirit to let it go... to see the future... to know what's best.
What's best? Do i know what's best for me? Do i know that what i decide now will do me good next time? What is decision? To plan for my life not knowing if it would really do me good? What about this decision now? To suffer presently to enjoy the future? Or would i suffer now and suffer later?
You tell me... Has everything u planned come to naught or has it bore fruits? DOes Free will encompass our life, our ideals? OR has it brought our downfall? Does my future really belong to me? Or does it belong to another enitity? What does Decisions have to do with my Freaking Dental appointment??? Everything.
