Mighty Pen

"Thought."
How I despise this word. It gives us false and twisted illusions about things we believe are true. It can ensnare, gloss and mask the painful reality we lived in but still, we continue favoring and using the word. It's like the warmth and aroma of a good cup of coffee on a rainy day, provoking a brimming euphoria from the deep recesses of your gullible mind but later, flashes of lightning illuminate your windowpane. But you still think that coffee was scrumptiously palatable while you completely ignore the thunder that really scares you.
Great. Just great.
I remember how I used to think of my life being better the next day, but the latter was worse than yesterday. I thought of promising new things that may enter my insipid, dull life but ended being fooled by fate. The moment where you stand in front of a mirror for prom and you thought you looked regal and fine-tuned but you get mixed reactions from your friends while you saw some snickering right at you and muttering under their breaths about how stupid you looked. The way people always run right at you for help and you thought they were your best friends but you discovered them plastics who evolved to corporeal humans that can speak or walk. You also thought the boy from the other section liked you and you speculated he was into you but you were shattered when you saw him kissing another girl while strangers teased and mocked you. You thought that you were part of the friendship but you always get lost whenever you all reconvene for any typical activities. And lastly, but there are billions more out there, when you thought everybody likes you but in reality, everybody hates you.
How ironic. It's really so ironic how "thought" upends and wrings your most hopeful theories and ideas where a minute after or subsequently the next day or maybe days later, those are bent and you end up weeping or rather, being disintegrated to a heap of dust that is made of shame or regret.
But guess what? It's okay. You're not alone in this universe where "thought" is prominent and timeless. The good thing is, which is also a bad thing, you may or may not never know if all are true or not. It's up to you to carefully segregate all your thoughts from what you know is concrete or just mere visions you though are legitimate and parry the practice of ill-sorting. It horrifies me, really, how we still cling to this word. But please always remember that "THOUGHT" will never, ever count.
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