Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away
Far from the world of you and I--
Where oceans bleed into the sky.....
Lift me up
Let me go ..........
"Adios -- todo el mundo", George grumbled, his anguished shivering voice could not have disposed a worse inflection on his mental behavior, entailed from the agony he succumbed to, after days and months of despair and oppressive misfortune.
All his comforts dismantled, satisfactions crucified; thousand obligations burnt to ground with only one candle burning at the core of his scarlet imbrued heart -- the pain of it all, taking him adrift unto the shore of untrodden darkness ... symphonies of lullabies ring in George's ears as he lies down sleepless nights, waiting for the coldness and darkness of his climactic sleep blow out the flames of his subservient,abstract existence ...
Nonetheless, George's life has shared the world of a tendril, some of the invaluable gems in his life have been inimitably supportive in kneading and carving to whatever he is now, George is grateful to all of them all throughout his life.
George's love is stale, rotten and valueless, yet intrepid and very precious ...
George reworded "Sólo te mereces mi amor" time and again; nevertheless, his preordained state of destiny has not given him enough valor and strength to endure the despicable truth, and somewhere he is dragged to choose the sin which most people ever dare to think ... George is now worthy of watching the 'Gloomy Sunday', his mind has now been made up to the perfection, that none can explore his point of vulnerability worse than his own love ... George is a jinx, his luck is satanic, gray phobic clouds hover over lives of people who try to consolidate his jeopardized hopes to live,breath for some more days.
"... maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah ..."'
George is calmly advancing towards the last straw. The Medial insula has already dried up, entering into one of the dark phases of the clouds in the horizon ...
"Soy la persona más deprimidas en el mundo ahora", he has avowed these last few words in his note. George's unrequited love has been giving him the pain that most people donot get in their lifetime.
Some sweetest moments with a few old pals somewhere helped himself reconcile with the upcoming mode of affliction and an eventual termination.Those sweetest recollections will give him the strength of calling in the shots, for creating the tenth circle of hell, where cupids may dance with Hades and others alike. This little sinuous phase of life, George could gain this exigent power of taking the inevitable decision; his stream of sorrows will give up on the journey to eternal tranquility.
George has confronted with much atrocity so far, he has baneful dejection each day he had pondered for the rare positive thrust ... some creepy migratory moods sway away and forth his head; he felt it tough to winnow from the legions of swings.
They both had all gossips, no distinctions came in between, George spoke as if all the words had a warm caress of love, that kissed her ears and rebounced with a void silence; prolonged hours of ordeals followed any fine state of affairs that banished her charms momentarily ...
When my time comes,
Forget the wrong that I've done;
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed -
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory;
Leave out all the rest ...
George wants to meet her someday, tell her all that he thinks she knows from her heart of hearts, but still her skepticisms need to be effaced forever before he lies down to His arms. George's state of being is no longer heeded to by the society, his very entity has been rendered evanescent by his community of peers. He has already come to be a subject to pity for hundreds in his vicinity, and he suffocates when he preoccupies others' minds with trifling attention. Yet he waited for his subtle chance, knock his fate as a cordial greeting ... but deep down, at the kernel of his stolid schoolmate, there lies no heart even to have a basic level of faith and credence in him; she doubts, has a hunch on everything George says him, whatever it may involve ...
George has made up his mind, once and for all. He is considering himself nothing more than a collection of cell masses abated and dessicated … his feelings and emotions have been in its prime and have withered off over times. He is the unluckiest and the most depressed person in the world now, a bird of an ill omen. One of his nightmares had him captivated; his sweetheart had deliberately hurt him so many times- George no longer has the right to reside in cloud nine for a trice - the brief confabulation that he had in his mind for her while he felt for her, has been erased for all and ever. He cannot feel for another girl in his life again, his love has been devastated and got the better of wrong hands. George wants to refrain from the sober reality and sign off from his cursed life as early as he can ...
"Te amaré en el infierno", hollered George; putting on a stern wailing gesture, he went out of his home, with a heavy mind, a bleeding nose and a punished heart ... ...
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness -- furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.
The next day ... the world seemed to be a more peaceful and meaningful abode for everyone around to breathe in. His farewell memories didn't last for long for all. Some of his pals had a mournful week that followed. But, they too could not mark his absence a perceptible element to regard for ... All about him remained imprinted on the pages of their lives ... ... ...{George=me}
"Adios -- todo el mundo" ............................................................................................................
pART IV-- {Cannot Exist}
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