Love is an arrogant wave of happiness

Something that need to be posted by Destine To Believe
The constant clanging of the tracks underneath were almost soothing for the weary soul, A sigh brought down the chest and emptiness filled back the lungs. No feeling, No ample reason for hope. The lights flickered, voices enticed my sanity. A glance up at the window unveiled a chilling discovery. The confused, writhing face of a ghost stared back at me. Searching for some meaning, I looked there in her eyes. Longing to reach out and embrace her pain and sorrow, I could not. She sat still with a look of anguish on her face. No one could know her intentions for she herself did not control them. Her sadness implied she had fallen ill to the control of others, she was a puppet with no say in her own destiny. The strings that controlled her were not manipulated by one, but rather many puppet masters. She realized she had no control over her life, her head fell into her hands like a rag doll that was dropped to the ground. I doubted she had ever smiled by the deep crease in her forehead. Tears started to paint her face, and like steel I felt something heavy roll down my own cheek. I put my hand to my face and watched as she did the same. I was this ghost, she was a fragment of who I was. As I stepped off the train I vowed to clip my strings and rid my ghost of failure who haunted me. Yes, love is indeed arrogant when flaunted in your face, but it is something all most allow themselves to experience at one time or other in life