All Things Dark and Deceitful

The struggles were overwhelming. At a young age, he contemplated on death as the means to end things quickly as he was suffering from catcalls and bullies.  He was always looked upon with derision as he was lame in actions, unmanly in attributes, and vulnerable to harsh words.

He took refuge in solitary abandonment, refusing to go with friends or relatives.  Their weekly visits to their cousin's house was a torture for him.  Their sporadic biking escapades was always for the benefit of his younger brothers.  Their weekend swims were rich in unfavourable comparisons.

So when he abandoned his home to seek a better place devoid of those he wanted to escape, he was mistaken.  His new found place was a macrocosm of what was happening at home.  The daily grind of sadness and forced smiles floored him at the end of each day.  The tears were his only consolation to the harsher realities of life.

When love manifested itself through some turn of events, the flowery scene turned sour after a few years.  The  sweetness was marred by deceit and constant err for support.  From small token of gifts to unprecedented money needs, the once solid ground came tumbling into pieces.  He was, in a way, born for misfortunes.

One night, a realization came in.

It was ten in the evening but the turning and tossing on the bed didn't help him get some sleep.  It was rather late for an early riser to sleep past ten.  There had been hundreds of images running through his head but one remained until wake up time.  The need to go away and never return. 

A day will come when he had summoned his strength and should finally decide to leave.  The beach is where he will go and stay, either to live near so that he can be at peace in his thoughts and away from worries, or in it... to end things.