Unfairness

I don't think it's fair somehow.

For them to live on, while he died. For them to laugh and love and have beauty to behold everyday, while he must watch from somewhere that does not allow him to feel any of it.

I know it's a terrible thought. I try not to grudge them any happiness. But it is just not fair that some stay and some go, and the ones who stay enjoy everything life has to give. The feeling of hope, the thrill of a dream come true, the wonders of just living every day as it comes. Some days the beauty of what I see around me makes me wonder if it's fair that I'm living and seeing and breathing and doing all of what he will never get a chance to.

It's not fair at all.

The Danseuse Returns

Nearly one whole year since I blogged here.

So much has happened, and yet, the feelings that prompted the birth of this blog haven't changed.

There are some things the dandelion cannot speak of, for fear of being outed. Yet now, more than ever, she needs her space. The dance is getting harder. The lows are lower than ever before and the wind isn't carrying her out of the abyss as easily as before.

Yes, the dance has become harder.

But the dandelion is tough. And in her infinite wisdom (time will tell if this holds true), she has decided to make the most of her dancing space in the quiet of anonymity, and she will need this hideout. A space to vent freely, without her soul in shackles.

And so she is back, the dancing dandelion.