You cannot leave, can you now? It's too late, is it not? The path that you've chosen for yourself my love, aren't you aware isn't meant for you? Why would you, why would you go after something that you know isn't even real. Something that is but a mere figment of your imagination. An illusion. A mirage. A trick that your own mind is playing on you.
It's difficult. I know it's difficult when parts of your very own self turn against you. But you are no fool, or... am I mistaken again? Perhaps. It's been really long... It's been really long after all.
But you must understand, my precious. These paths that you're treading upon, they aren't yours. And there is no way you can make them yours. They belong to someone else. Let it go. Turn around, trace back your foot steps. I know. I very well know. It's too late now. I know it's too late to turn around. But there's still a chance.
You've walked farther into these lands than you should have, my dear. Much farther. There isn't much hope. Yet, believe me, and you will have to- a flicker remains. So, I suppose all is not lost my love. Not all. Not yet. Come back before you reach the point of no return. Before all that you have, is lost. Before there is nothing left- for anybody, anymore. Have mercy on yourself. Pray, have mercy.
Or, have mercy on these lands at least. Don't acquaint them with yourself so much. Don't let them fall in love with you. Don't inflict such misery upon them. They're alive, do you not see? Would you like for these marvelous, enchanting lands to turn barren? To end up into nothing but wretched, desolated waste lands. Would you want that? Can you be so cruel? Can you be so heartless? No! You cannot. You must not!
You have to leave. You have to- eventually. The sooner you leave, the better. Every next moment you spend here, you must understand, shall add to your dismay. Every passing second shall only make it twice as excruciating as it is now. Therefore leave, you must.
Leave! And, never look back. Or, you might as well turn into a stone, my precious- a stone.
4 comments:
Beautiful.
Its an altogether different feeling when we chase after things we simply can not have. Adrenaline rush superior to anything and everything else out there.
Nicely done :)
It is never too late.
@ Parth Gandhi: Not so much really. :)
@ MothSmokeLover: True that:) But it's useless, nevertheless.
@ Tauqeer: Agreed. But sometimes, the damage's done sooo- doesn't make much of a difference really.
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