Me, and my story.

Everything happens because it is supposed to. We will not be ourselves if things turn out to be in our favor every time. Yes, we are all mortals, living the life inevitable. A path of life we didn't choose for ourselves, paths different yet parallel. Parallel in a sense, we live our lives, separately, differently than the others. However, the destination remains the same. Nothing can deny or defy the law of nature itself. That's how things flow and shall continue to do so, until the End, destined to come approaches. Until then, we all are mere characters or puppets in a play. Our strings are in the hands of destiny. Our faith drives us to be who we are.

Such is the story of mine, my heart, and my failed love. Loving her was inevitable, I saw her, and things began to change. As if the day has stopped, or time began to go the opposite directions. If you ask me, I will fall for her again, knowing I won't be together for longer than a mere second that lasted an eternity.
Life wouldn't be this blithe before as it is now. If you ask me, I am the culprit to let go of my chance at life. Now I am a mere empty handed writer, whose ink is blood, and he extracts the blood from his veins to ink his words. Words that are no less than wounds. In case you want to know, I began to write only to please her. This is an endeavor to bring her to life, through my words. She is alive, she is not dead, yes she is alive. But for me, she is dead, ever since she left me.
Wonder how I begin my day? It is not just a day, but a battle I have to live through. And in a state of despair, fall to the comforts of my bed, just to wake up and get back to life miserable yet again.
This is a loop, I feel entrapped in. I was once exposed to gladsome life, I once cherished being loved by someone, I once loved someone more than myself. Now, I am just body that moves to and fro, just to please others, just to give them an expression of my, being alive.

This is my story, & I am writing this. To my heart's content I write, no more I will be silenced by my grief. Just as the Sun dawns every day, my sorrowful wounds bleeds yet again.
I am a prisoner caged by life, for life remaining.