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WHAT AM I TO DO WITH YOU? - by jrqc (lyrical prose example)



What am I to be in the universe of your departed love? After all this time, my heart still breaks, yet I pretend to carry on by making a cup of coffee in the morning, even though I can still see the cracks in my facade. Perhaps I should replace it with a new one, shifting the burden of your memory to another bag. Maybe the brown-leathered one, as it aligns better with today's fashion and would be easier to carry along.

Sometimes, as I light a candle and play that sonata that glimmers under the moonlight, my tearful eyes betray me and tears escape. No matter how many times I lock them away, they still find a way out. The rhythm takes me on an emotional journey, while my mind sifts through the remnants of the moments and memories we shared, only to be buried once again. And once again, I feign sleep, forcing my mind to dream a dream of dreams. Yet, your ghost, your memory, your scent, still linger, so I adorn another mask and pretend to be someone else.

Slowly, my body wriggles under the covers, reluctant to face the morning light, to confront the smiles that feign care, while the frayed edges of my sanity consume it as a final morsel.

What am I to do? I am just flesh and blood with a heart so heavy that it can barely endure the burden of living among the living-dead in the daylight. I yearn to dissolve into dust, to become a part of it, while time subjugates forgetfulness and assumes control!

I have become a chorus of melancholy, endlessly chanting to the futile ornament that adorns my heart. I sing to stifle the agony of this aimless existence without you, and I scoff at Death! What does Death have to do with you? You, whose love I cherished, whose blinding light bathed me every day and cradled me every night!

So, for now, I must resign myself to this monotonous routine and resent your absence, as the cracks in my mask persistently haunt me.




ABOUT THE TEXT

As the author of the text, I am compelled to provide a personal analysis of its characteristics and the elements it portrays. This text can be described as a confessional prose poem, infused with introspection and emotional depth. It serves as an exploration of grief, longing, and the complexities of human emotions.

One of the defining characteristics of this text is its poetic nature. The language used is rich and evocative, employing vivid imagery and figurative language to convey the depth of the narrator's emotions. This allows the text to transcend mere description and delve into the realm of personal expression, inviting readers to experience the narrator's inner world.

The text showcases elements of confessional poetry, where the main character intimately reveals his emotions and experiences. The narrative voice, filled with raw honesty and vulnerability, creates a sense of authenticity and emotional resonance. The narrator's struggles with grief and his attempts to navigate life after loss are depicted with great introspection, inviting readers to contemplate their own experiences of love and loss.

Furthermore, the text explores the themes of identity and the masks we wear to cope with pain. The mention of changing masks and hiding cracks alludes to the narrator's desire to present a composed exterior while battling inner turmoil. This exploration of identity in the face of grief reflects the universal human need to adapt and find solace in the midst of personal tragedy.

The text also employs powerful imagery to evoke emotions and create vivid mental landscapes. The candle, sonata, and moonlight serve as symbols of solace and vulnerability, where the narrator confronts their true emotions and memories. These moments of emotional release juxtapose the narrator's attempts to suppress their pain, showcasing the conflict between longing and self-preservation.

Overall, I intend my writings to serve as an inspiration for other who are into writing and reading, inviting them to delve into the depths of human emotions and the power of personal expression. Its confessional and introspective nature allows readers to connect with the universal experiences of grief and longing, while the poetic language and vivid imagery offer a rich and immersive reading experience.

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