Hiralious

I wrote fiction until it became a piece of reality. And in reality sadness is not romantic, tears are not tragic, struggle isn't heroic. Life's a constant battle with yourself which goes by unnoticed. I was not on screen of a cinema looking beautiful in my sadness, there was no anticipation of a happy ending by the end of the movie, or any ending , any closure for that matter. I walked on empty streets during the day and there was no sad music that could accentuate my grief, there were no songs playing for me anywhere, no roses getting their petals plucked in my name. I had no audience whose hearts would stop beating at the drop of my tear.
My suffering demanded recognition but there was none.
My most precious emotions were either doubted, rejected or were simply unknown.