Trusted Betrayal

If you swallow the pill of betrayal you must know, it is more poisonous than anything. It never reaches your stomach, but as soon as you swallow it, it drops right into your soul. The free fall is precise and well measured. It leaves a minor scar but, the scar is small enough to change your life catastrophically.
Trust and faith evaporates in a blink of an eye, all that remains is a soul burnt from vengeance and despair, waiting to crumble and turn to ashes.
When the devil's wicked laughter mocks your whole life, you ponder again and again over the question..
"Was this life really worth living?"

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Excerpt #8

"I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape." --Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea

Excerpt #13

“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Excerpt #7

"For a hundred dead stories there still remain one or two living ones. I evoke these with caution, occasionally, not too often, for fear of wearing them out, I fish one out, again I see the scenery, the characters, the attitudes. I stop suddenly: there is a flaw, I have seen a word pierce through the web of sensations. I suppose that this word will soon take the place of several images I love. I must stop quickly and think of something else; I don’t want to tire my memories. In vain; the next time I evoke them a good part will be congealed." - Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea

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