The Reality Check
You believe you are moving forward. Yet with every passing moment, you are slipping further from my heart.
This noise, this glittering spectacle, these gatherings, these people whom you now call your own, those you tirelessly chase, those for whom you are slowly losing yourself. Through my eyes, they reveal nothing but your unrest. They merely expose the emptiness you are so desperately, and so unsuccessfully, trying to fill.
When the noise falls silent, when the dazzling lights begin to fade, when the gatherings stand empty and the people have long since departed, only then will you realise that you remain exactly where you once were, restless, hollow, and burdened by an unrelenting ache.
Yet even that realisation will change nothing.
For all you have done is run.
You refuse to confront reality because it resembles a mirror, one that compels you, at every moment, to face the truth of who you really are.
This noise, this glittering spectacle, these gatherings, these people whom you now call your own, those you tirelessly chase, those for whom you are slowly losing yourself. Through my eyes, they reveal nothing but your unrest. They merely expose the emptiness you are so desperately, and so unsuccessfully, trying to fill.
When the noise falls silent, when the dazzling lights begin to fade, when the gatherings stand empty and the people have long since departed, only then will you realise that you remain exactly where you once were, restless, hollow, and burdened by an unrelenting ache.
Yet even that realisation will change nothing.
For all you have done is run.
You refuse to confront reality because it resembles a mirror, one that compels you, at every moment, to face the truth of who you really are.
