Echoes of Longing: Navigating the Abyss of the Heart

 Once more, I find myself seated amidst these endless lines. It's been some time since I drifted away, since the scorching heat within me cooled. Yet, despite my efforts to move on, I invariably return to this place. My cursed soul remains unbroken, stripped bare of all that I once held onto with hope. What remains is a landscape of crisis, tears, and longing—yes, longing for a respite, a tender embrace. He thrusts me into the void without rhyme or reason, fabricating impossible justifications to justify his actions. His words devastate, his eyes betraying a fluency in pain, and his heart leaks anguish like a hellish torrent. In my hands, I hold what I don't deserve, while what I truly merit remains beyond reach—untouchable to my reclined gaze, unseen by my searching eyes, and unattainable by my desperate calls. Across the stage, a door looms, a threshold I dare not cross. Neither do I possess the fortitude to depart, nor does the door harbor any intention of opening. I'm certain he can perceive the fear in my eyes each time. What lies beyond that door? Perhaps a man rushing to fulfill his duties, oblivious to the turmoil within. And amidst the chaos, innocent children, oblivious to the complexities of love. Is he the architect of their suffering, or a victim of circumstance? In the end, it matters little, for their unhappiness is inevitable. Or perhaps, beyond that door, I'd encounter a woman, freshly parted from her lover, her makeup smudged with tears. I wouldn't ponder the blame, for in a world where souls are condemned to partake in wickedness, separation should bring solace. Yet, amidst the multitude, there are those who captivate me the most—fragile souls, oblivious to their surroundings, stumbling home in the twilight hours.