• Kinda Sad of Knowing •

A thousand slates, a thousand tales,

It’s kinda sad of knowing what entails.

And he said to the Guardian: “Despite of everything, I had been believing in God. Didn’t God say ‘whoever believes in Him shall have eternal life?’”, and he continued in crescendo, “didn’t He say ‘ask, and it shall be given to you. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and it will be opened to you?!’” Defeated, he cried out right at the face of the Guardian, saying: “I’ve been knocking so hard, but hasn’t He heard me?!” It’s kinda sad of knowing what would entail even before the words are being uttered, knowing their preconceptions, knowing about their preconceived words that are destined to be hurtful.

He had much to say, but he faltered upon knowing the incoming echoes that would shatter his already broken self into even smaller pieces.

Not only he couldn’t live as a whole, he was broken into halves, dividing his soul from his body, his heart from his mind, and his belief from what he once believed.

Once a faithful son, who had knocked but was turned down,

Once a cheerful son, who had sought but was disappointed,

And once a hopeful son, who had asked but was ignored.

At this moment in time, picking up his story written upon the broken slates, to my realisation, the engraved cut deeper than what the physical edges could do.

Especially the one being held up, as it says: “...death entails upon birth. But others experience goodness in life yet mine resounding unsure.” The surrounding is dead silent, and what comes next is no brainer because: what’s next, is what’s before.

Lone is what’s next as before since birth, and lone is what would entail till death.

And the guardian plainly said to him: “You’re the chosen one”

l— PurplePen