...the only resolution and the only joy
is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes.
Why would you want to sing a song repeatedly if it doesn’t mean anything to you?
Why would you keep looking at a photo of a boat cruising over serene water on one April morning if as you said, "it's just an image produced by a distress heart trying to melancholize and romanticize everything"?
And why in the hell would you keep taunting my peace of mind when you knew I would never give in?
Why would you keep on repeating things when you already know the result?
It’s irrelevant. It is beyond one’s logic.
I reckon that some people do certain things consistently without (really) knowing the reasons. All they know is that, amidst the pain, they find some happiness doing it. After sometime, you’ll notice that out of that consistency and pattern the pain goes away and you’ll be contented with what’s left…emancipation.