The Volcano

Poof! goes the cork on my bottle as I drown myself in my deepest thoughts and desires.

Looking at my life through a green bottle I realised that I’m in the loneliest of my loneliness with bloodshot eyes I try to tell myself I'm not sad and repeat “I’m not sad” but after a few moments I felt a lump in my throat I couldn’t speak the words clearly enough, whenever I try to
utter those words there was this chilled feeling in my spine which would stir up tears in my eyes.

Like a baby deprived of suckling his mother’s mammalian gland I cried out, no more could I hold this, the rain is falling now and the sea level is increasing now splash! Splash! Splash! The water hits the bank and as the first teardrop burns through my cheek all I felt was uncertainty, “its meant to be cold” was what I thought, and like MT Nyrongoro I erupted with no concern for my surroundings and environment.

Just like any island after the eruption of a volcano all that was left was despair, grief etc., this is surely the end now all I have left is a sudden feeling of melancholy, emptiness, and worst of all HAPPINESS. The volcano was no longer erupting and the flood is over.

I crawled into a corner trembling knowing I let go of my only companion LONELINESS……

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