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| Self - Portrait by Francis Bacon (1976) |
He kissed her good night and stood in the kitchen thinking about his past life. The previous months suddenly struck back at him like a whiplash. Too many fights. His past was rushing back. He went into the bedroom and crept into bed. After a while of crushing agony, he'd strangled his fiancée to death.
Thoughts :
Many times in our lives, we do or say things we wouldn't normally. They may not even be based upon what we call impulsive decision. It isn't even the lack of decision making capabilities that we may suffer from. No. Sometimes, we just roll over and change. Sometimes, we hide our true selves and by a facade.
The question is, which emotion that we showed showcased the real person? Just below the edge lies something deeply secluded. Hidden under the shadows of a murky quagmire, it lingers and shows itself only from time to time.
Under the surface, their may lie a demon. The smile may belie the wrath. The wrath may belie love. Under the surface, their may lie something completely unnatural. There may live someone completely contradictory to the lifestyle we live everyday. Sometimes, we even change for someone special but how long can we really muster that torture? We are who we become in the prime of our lives. That never changes. It may mutate only for its own benefit. Good or bad, we remain who we once become, for good.
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"For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed,
Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead,
And all along the valley, by rock and cave and tree,
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me." - Tennyson
of course he was talking about his deceased friend but you could interpret it in another way. Living voice being the facade and voice of the dead being the real self. I remember writing something similar.
I couldn't agree with your post more than I do already.
Oh and I love the art pieces that you use :)
And the one who can just hold on enough to see it all, see it through, and know the real me and real you can only reap the rewards of actual comradeship and companionship.
Nice one.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
@Antara : 'In the Valley of the Cauteretz', as you pointed out, is about something entirely different, but these lines don't look out of place here at all. Do give me the link of what you wrote that was similar. Thanks a lot. :)
And I get all the paintings off Google. :D
@Blasphemous Aesthete : Few can, when times get a little too tough for them to handle; not to mention that every person has a breaking point. But it's certainly worth trying nevertheless.
Yes I know. (and I am a hopeless Tennyson admirer! :P)
http://antara4ever.wordpress.com/2010/10/15/in-the-valley-of-cauteretz/
that's the link :)
@Antara : I'm more of a Coleridge admirer. I'll read your post soon. :)
life is bafflin enuf @ times tht makes u pause sumtimes n forces u for a self-retrospect :p only 2 find out tht d person u started ur journey of life wid has been disassembled in d past n a new person has emerged n evolved along d way, ur new alibi :p.
Aah, a very interesting afterthought!
Puts the whole point of trust to test.
But then again, in this world where unraveling our own facets leaves us bemused and shaken, this fact shouldn't be too shocking.... or scary, so to speak.
I wonder what was going on beneath your skin when you penned it down!
@Devilzangel : An alibi is quite unnecessary when the reason it is required for is quite evidently proven. I probably sound redundant here but if we think hard, the murder might even seem premeditated!
@Enchanta : I don't quite know myself why I wrote this particular piece. I was consciously thinking something quite different before I got onto this thought. About the trust issue, nothing can be scary as long as one is prepared.
When comment doesn't works Like Button does. :)
@Prateek : I'm sure it does! :D
not like your slightly flowery style...hmm..
loiked it a little:)
@Lioness : I'm glad you did. :)
oops...this comment was meant for transperancy
wrote at the wrong place
@Lioness : lol I did think so.
Under the surface,
Defaced facades,
Of a million faces..
Coexist, in harmony.
@Sayak :
They hide.
Hide below.
Patiently waiting.
For their time.
Each of every facet.
Lurking in the corner.
Of the vision unknown.
I am new to this concept of 55fiction but I loved your post....quite a challenge...
@Chintan : It's not a challenge if you accept to beat it.
Thanks for your compliment. 55fiction is something really cool. :D
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