The Race

It seems as though each day is passing by in a haze. One day merges so well into the other that I can’t quite figure out when one day ends and the next day begins. Each passing day brings me closer to doom.

Moods of gloom. The unbearable weight of expectations.

Flying, soaring one minute and then plummeting headfirst into a bottomless pit the next. When will this cycle end?

I’ve been told time and again that in this profession, the cycle goes on and on.

The race never ends. You may fool yourself into believing that at a certain point you have arrived but the destination is infinity, which essentially means that one never arrives. There’s always a new hurdle to cross, a new hoop to jump through.

At every milestone, the distance left to travel only gets longer. The end-point only gets further and further away. And I have no choice but to keep running…

Behene De...

Today, she cried. 

And I could do nothing about it. 

Nothing, except wrap her up in my arms and lay still 

While she wept like her heart would break. 

Feeling her breath on my neck, 

As the choked sobs escaped her throat, 

Tasting the salt from her tears 

Until they felt like they were my own. 

Wishing I could absorb some of her pain. 

Willing away the demons that tormented her. 

Waiting for the tide to ebb. 

We just lay there, limbs entwined. 

As she cried…