Introspection

its not that you choose to love someone or hate anyone for that matter, its all about you not caring anymore. you become deaf to the frantic cries and blind to the bereavement, the deafening screams become silenced and muffled and with time there is no existence left for it. but why crib that you have the blood of an innocent soul on your hands. the astral becomes astray and all that is left is a bod of mass. it watches, hears but doesn't comprehend that the suns shines equally for all and the night is dark but still shines the moonlight over people's dreams. alas it doesn't dream anymore nor does it have nightmares. i call him it why because it has become an animal after all man is asocial animal but there is no more a man left in it. it is savage when threatened but will lick your hands and wag its tail when domesticated and trained to do so, you can pour all your love on to it and expect it to hug you and cry for you or feel the same pain you feel. all that touches it is sympathy. it cannot love back and you shouldn't expect it too.

congratulations you just made a terminator!!!

once the true nature is lost it cannot be reversed back. you cannot expect a departed soul to enter back its temple. no law of the land can compensate the death of emotions, you can use all the fancy words or look up the dictionary if you want some to show your unconditional affection you can adore all you want but when you just don't care anymore there is loss of words, not even Merriam Webster can come to your help then. No speech or sound of condolence can heel a bruised and wounded heart ever, each burn leaves its scars which cannot be removed. the mind by far has been compromised to strike back and take revenge, a volcanic expulsion of hatred and despise flows. it can otherwise be the donkey who will carry a sack of sand into the river and tread upon the path of its own death. although you are blinded by love it will still strike back from behind, it doesn't play chances!!!

you wouldn't want to care too much for you don't know whether you have sold your soul to the devil or it too was ripped apart!!!

- BM