PERSPECTIVE IS MISLEADING
Through the eyes of a stranger a situation as such most likely reveals itself to be nothing but a lustful hiatus. If nothing more than just a sliver of light at the end of a tunnel of unknowns. Excitement in a world that seems to have no means momentarily. But the truth is she felt of it something altering. Something powerful. Hope if you will. SHE FOR ONCE FELT HOPE IN THE EYES OF A STRANGER.
Love is a manipulative feeling. And in no way was she in love. Because at last she finally relinquished the pain of a lifetime of regret and suffering to love herself. But the world around her seemed to deteriorate as minutes progressed to hours, hours progressed to days, days progressed to weeks. But he, who shall not be named, stopped the inevitability of time. And to others it is just that and A MANIPULATIVE FEELING OF LOVE.
PERSPECTIVE IS A MISLEADING NECESSITY of life. A beginning verses the end of something similar in feeling but two completely different outcomes. She contradicted her better judgment to feel as though it was a sunrise rather than a sunset. She knew she had fallen too deeply to retreat without the sense of some sort of resentment. Resentment within herself that is. She could have continued to be out of reach, to be cold within and to the touch. But he comforted the distance within her with a warm embrace. The unknown of his possibly misleading perspective overwhelmed her with the idea of a sunset. The end of something MOMENTARILY BEAUTIFUL and suspending of a days end. But soon it may be just that, the end of something beautiful.
If nothing more she has learned she can FEEL AGAIN. To see a reflection of self in another and to feel a sense of comfort from a strangers acceptance, feelings grow. But to dismiss this and continue a life without a feeling that has rapidly become a reality in which she longs to never let go of, she knows a feeling of pain will soon appear. But she will do as she has done before and push this feeling into a forward march. Not halting to a lonely night or an ache of distance between a connection she created. PAIN IS A PERSPECTIVE. She now knows that she can care deeply and feel again. This is not the end, this is only the beginning. Beginning of what? She may never know.
