I know it is as brittle as glass, and as fragile as the house of cards. I am also cognisant of the deep sense of reluctance, that which prevails even to look beyond the evident.
Apprehension seeps in, when I try to ratify. Ignorance might be bliss; But to experience that bliss one needs to be a coward too!
Is it fear of some sort? Or pain, or insecurity?
Nah, it is a deep rooted contradiction I guess.
An irony it is, which even before its inception screams out the inconsistencies, disowning the frivolousness associated with the delusion!
Or, is it deception? A deception of the highest order it must be, if not, I wouldn’t be entangled in this convulsion.
Negativity it is, and erodes the sap out of everything in my days, and my nights.
Reason I know not,
Self treason is what I thought!