I know; getting you ain’t possible. Perhaps, in life, there’re some roads which no matter how long you walk, you never make your way till there, till you. Sometimes, I wonder why did I start this; journey? Perhaps not, for a journey has an aim. Yes, you’re my aim; you’re the one I want to get and here, I’m the one who wants my destiny to one day; the day which will surely come never; for which I’ll be craving forever; when I’ll be with you, when the journey here I”m going through has for me just the bruises and the scars; scars, I’ve got from you.
The destiny I’ve chosen is just another lullaby full of pain; slowly killing me from inside. The journey of me till the grave’s been so wonderful, that now, I don’t need to reach the grave to see how the hell the hell is. Trying hard to get you; running after you; screaming for you; praying for you and those empty nights, tears rolling out missing you; all has just hurt me, so much, that now I can just dare not to even imagine of you.
No, I don’t blame you; I swear you not for hurting me; for showing me the true faded colours of life for I’m the one who chose the rose. Beauty; the other name of blood; I conceive; the other form of hurt and the other incarnation of you; I tried to wet myself with the grace of the petals, with the fragrance of the blossoms; blossoms so baleful, so deadly which once again proved the biggest reality of life; of the world and of you; damn you; the truth; the damn affirmation; damn you; damn your beauty; damn everything, everyone and every single blossom; fragrance that’s wonderful; beauty that’s beautiful and the reminiscence that’s painful.
James Hurst's Use of Symbols to Create a Mood. James Hurst effectively uses symbolism in the first paragraphs of his short stories to create a mood filled with despair, gloominess, life, and death. To create a gloomy feeling, James Hurst used the changing of seasons. In "The Scarlet Ibis," he wrote that summer was now dead, but autumn had not yet been born. Also, in "The Summer of Two Figs," James ...
Perhaps not realizing the truth caused me to suffer; brought all these pain; when held the rose pierced the hand; the heart; damn you. But, thank you; thank you for making me realize this; for showing me and for unveiling the reality; the bloody reality; behind every beautiful thing is a pain; behind every rose are the thorns; the thorns; damn the thorns; damn you!