Chapter 57

Prince’s Diary

The resigned gravity that entails giving up drawls slowly, like an hypnotism towards us, passing a raging rave of emotions through our existence. We are resigned in forgetting them, we are resigned in blocking our emotions. We are resigned in being strong.

We force our emotions to enhance blockage while hurting ourselves at the same time. We have broken countless of times it’s hard to patch the wound all over. We are being hung by the neck by the memories we’d pretend has faded. We are resigned. Resigned of trying to mask the face. Resigned of blocking the hurt. Most of all, we are resigned of depriving ourselves of what we want but refuse to have so as to avoid the hurt.

We are sad people, sitting at the front doors of resignation, waiting for it to shut. We’ve given up on the hope of trying and now we are just left alone, barr and tired. We are resigned in having the ability to feel.

Pain lessens when you admit the source.

And I feel the reason why we feel more pai