Berry Much...

He jumped in the brambles and looked for the ripest berry that was a sweet blood red.
The berry he found wasnt the ripest. Nor was it the redest. But it was his for he had discovered it... And was happy even among the thorns.

Hours passed as he sat admiring his accomplishment thinking the berry in hand was all that mattered in the world, the smoothness of its skin resting on his naked palm. The ray of sunlight that made its way through the thickery and bounced off the radiant red, was all too mesmerizing.

Alas when he finally took a bite he realized it was sweet, but not as sweet as he thought it would be. Trying to get out of the brambles tugging on a heavy heart was yet another task. And when he got out his years were spent wondering if the momentary delight of discovery was worth the decades spent in  pulling out the thorns.

My Darkness is a consequence of yours

I don't hate people easily. But I do simply despise them. The contempt, distaste, disgust, ordisdain that pours out of my heart for the unworthy sons of Adam is unparalleled. I have killed them at times, one too many in my head, but never in reality... As their reality is way more morose and punishing than the sweet escape that death offers.
Burn... You self righteous bastard in the fire of the ill fated outcomes of your own actions. And may the world learn to believe in karma by watching you live a shamed, lonely and guilt ridden life; a culmination of your reckless disrespect towards mothers, sisters and daughters alike.

Had She Not Held On...

The world keeps sheepishly mouthing the age old idea of letting go of all that is wrong and keeping sight of the good things in life; How letting go makes you realize your self worth.
She for one bore testimony of how the simple act of holding on moulded her into a person, bigger and better than she could ever imagine to be. She held onto lost love, betrayals, insults, sorrow and even hate for that matter since times long forgotten and in time saw them turn into treasured gold. For each time she was let down, she found an equivalent, all encompassing courage to get back up. These trysts with ill fated destiny and their memories none the less helped her to see the world in the unfair light it always is illuminated in.

A little part of her soul dies every time she sees how this jerkwad of a society mistreats the individuals that contribute to make it whole. And yet she carries on with the remaining part of her all enduring soul. If she had let go of the all the hurt, big or small, wouldn't it had made her lose the clearer perspective of fair-unfair towards others and self? If she had let go of pain wholly, would she have been even half the woman that she is today?