Why is death so strong?
“Love is as strong as death”?!
But no matter how hard I try to find love
Death finds me!
(I wrote this on the 27th and 28th of Oct)
I tried to wash away the tears,
But the water from my eyes was more than that in my hands.
The bitterness of my tears overtook the neutrality of the river.
What is it about my tears that incite anger rather than compassion?!
People’s faces in public transport in the morning, that are so neutral and cold.
No one knows how different they were last night.
A warm smile on a warmer shoulder, laughs of joy and excitement,
Or wails and screams begging a loved one not to leave.
I can’t seem to smile at children again.
That disgusting envy!
Why couldn’t I have the same love and happiness they have?
Why couldn’t I have the warmth that all creatures need?
Maybe what’s worse than the pain is feeling that there’s no one there for you. That all doors are closed … all eyes are void of care … all ears aren’t listening … all hands are unavailable … all kindness consumed … all hearts closed. I hate this feeling more than I have hated anything in my life. I wish I could know why it seems to follow me everywhere; no matter where I go … no matter what I do. I wish it’s just something in my head. I wish I’m delusional. I wish that somehow the doors are imaginary, the eyes are pretending, the ears are hidden, the hands are invisible, the kindness can be found, and the hearts just misunderstood.
Loneliness … loneliness … loneliness … loneliness … more loneliness … even more loneliness … lonely loneliness … loneliness inside loneliness … bitter loneliness … painful loneliness … abandoned in loneliness … left to die in loneliness … surrounded by loneliness … inescapable loneliness … damned loneliness … fucken loneliness … universal loneliness … unending loneliness … true loneliness … meaningless loneliness … lonely meaninglessness … alone with someone … someone alone … someone unwanted except by loneliness … trapped in loneliness … cold loneliness … dark thoughts of loneliness … loneliness feeding on loneliness … lonely tears … lots of lonely tears … suppressed screams of loneliness … a lonely sigh
When Oppenheimer witnessed an experimental atomic explosion, he reportedly remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita, “Now I [have] become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”
This, to me, is a very strong line. It often makes me think about how it didn’t say “I bring death” or “I have become the source of death”, and instead describes a state of “becoming death” itself. It’s so much power that it’s not only a “destroyer of lives”, rather a destroyer of entire worlds.