Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Performer

Beautiful yet quiet evening. So many people gathered at an open place. So many yet so individual, isolated, lonely. One of them is me looking at the performers as a passer by. The performer yes thats what has gathered this crowd. The silence in me intensifies with the increasing rythm, tempo of the performer's sounds. What if all this stops, what exists when this set up collapses. Every passer by will be gone, some thinking, some without thinking. This always reminds me time and again of the universal fact that everything which starts has to end. This world will finish everything which starts. Why so much suffering, why this chaos, why this pain dosent end. Celebration for others doesnt mean the same for me. I hate all this. I hate the performer. I hate the stage, i hate everythinh that is gathering. Why everyone is happy and why i am so lost. I just want to reach the end. As the begining is finished for me. With you everything finished. As you are not in my life you left me for suffering all this. I want to hate you.