Nemo. A nobody.

A shadow strayed apart from the limelight. But sometimes, its the littlest things in life that keep us going. A smile from the blue, or a pat on the shoulder from behind. These little gestures are what keeps humanity humane. For what human on earth can truly survive without human contact. On what flimsy evidence can he proudly proclaim that he does not survive on love, kinship or brotherhood.

Knives through the spine. Little gossip that progresses into an astronomical sized hit, right upon your heart. The colossus monster that tears through every single one of your veins, leaving you a shadow of the past that grasps too hard onto what you used to be.

Your mouth does not take your heed, and by the time its too late, you've turned the gargoyles to stone just thinking . Are you human? Or are you just about revenge, prancing in joy to the beat of atrocity, a projection invented to make miniscule impact on another shadow's life?

Are you a parasite caused to invoke grief, siphone joy? A boring robot who has repeated one too many words already, just like a nagging parent? Or are you a something, that can work in progression, in hope of being a better version of yourself.

Be there, or miss the chance of being relied upon. Just like crying wolf too many a time, when the authentic disaster strikes, no one will be there. You'll be a lone stick figure, singular in the storm. And when the lightning strikes and the thunder bellows in your ears, everyone else will be cowering away, leaving you behind.

Like a mechanism that attaches itself onto chosen victims, so has this curse been fixed on many. Apalled at its silent yet fatal damage, should you strangle yourself or let the poison work while you waste away at the table side? Too many questions, far countless doubts. The human mind can only take so much, but how much it can take cannot be compared with others. They are weak. But they may be strong as compared to another.

The purpose. The heart. And the will.

Take my heart
Bend my achilles heel

Nemo. A nobody.

Just wait till this star burns so bright, it'll turn you blind.
Melt you away, eat you inside.

vindicated @ 6:39:00 AM