Green grass covering the mountainous land
Droplets of dew hanging onto each gland
The local drunk lies hungover in a pasture
Contemplating life, a chaotic disaster
The cows dose in the barn so he is all alone,
Despite the early hours he longs for a bottle of Patron
To numb the surge of pain bouncing around his skull
And to quell his thoughts of ending it all
What is the point of living a life without meaning?
Looking through religious books and all crannies and nooks had not answered this enquiry,
We are born to die, that is our only purpose, humans give meaning to life because of our self serving motives, we focus on the travails of man created in the image of the I am that I am and form an afterlife to give us reason for our strife, too egotistical to accept that there is nothing outside of this life.
He had tried to find this meaning as most humans do, he had thrown himself into work, religion and women before finding companionship in bottles of booze, as time passed he realized the truth; God is a farce, working long hours made him want to drive a stake through his heart and love is temporary, an emotion as brittle and deep cutting as glass shards.
He had been told that devotion to the one that you loved was what gave life meaning, that when the lord failed you and the money dried up she would be there to pick you back up, an unbreakable dependency founded on trust, that is what love entails. His experience had been rather different, he had felt the spark, the attraction, the addiction; he had longed for true companionship and finally found it, in the brown eyed lady with smile lines permanently fixed at the corners of her lips. He had slipped a ring on her finger and at the altar they had shared a kiss, looking back on the elation he had felt he now knew ignorance was truly bliss.
They had swivelled their hips and locked lips on the dancefloor as the ominous ‘Hey ya’ boomed in the background; true to the words of three stacks they did not want to hear him, they just wanted to dance, entranced by the rambunctious tranquility of the moment, tunnel vision with only each other in focus. Emotions are not meant to last forever, happiness, sadness, anger and joy all dissipate, but at the altar an exception is made, love proclaimed to conquer over everything.
However, if nothing lasts forever then what makes love the exception? It is not, that is the fact of the matter, a reality that dawned on him shortly thereafter; the attraction declined and the spark dimmed, their rings becoming a form of bondage. The end was nigh, that was certain, an impending reality quickened when he pulled back the shower curtain and found her entangled with another, he was frozen in shock after seeing it was his brother. Mouth agape and eyes wide, tears began to stream from his eyes, the pillar of meaning on which he had been leaning eroding like the embankment of a waterfall.
So here he lies deep in his destructive thoughts, watching the sun rise when in his life he feels all is lost. His heart sinks a bit at this thought, knowing that searching and trying was the reason he was fucked.
AAOOA
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