Reduced to a logophile
Reduced to a
logophile
The pommeling agony of being betrayed by a truth that danced
around me; I for no good reason have been made a victim of a choice I never
intended or envisaged to have been taken. Lost in the seductive charm of love,
I crumbled against the wall of emptiness. Foolishly cradled in the warmth of
self-nursed love only to be awakened by the sound of hush hush momentary truth,
I found myself floating in a boat of confusion. I called out for help and my
voice stretched out as far as to the vast expanse of stillness in the sea of
hopelessness. Being a logophile cannot save me and being kind is suicidal in a
situation like this. Drowning is also not an option to be considered nor is
swimming ashore an option possible. Least I can do is surrendering to the
moment and allow the tides to guide me ashore.
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