Always the same

When today is like this, how shall tomorrow look like? It is never a magic to think tomorrow will walk away easily from the shadow of today, when already today is living in thorns. Many thorns make the flesh to bleed as everyday count her misery. The picture never speak abstract of life that beg to have meaningfulness under the masters hands. This is a clear reality that lives in the colony never live different, but always the same painfully.

The sun will shine over, and most occasion, the moon will appear to beatify the cloud on a world of paupers that wears ugliness, dirtiness and shroud pain that the heart always carriers without season when the template of reading happiness is scarce for the face to have. The toilers have continue to hope that tomorrow can walk away from the hideous features of today, yet, the story of both speak no falsehood as capital market have already stratify the sameness as jacket for the toilers to wear.

To believe that life have change, meaning, whether it has wear a different cloth for generations of toilers that are being bleeded to have life, tell the opposite of their history of this plunge community whose life barely live without questions weighing down the heart for the mouth never to resist in pouring it out. Nothing has change. Nothing has looked beautiful. Nothing has characterizes a happy life for this colony. It is all about the same sameness.

This “same sameness” is what has being reflected in the productive boo-boo market of profit that for generations past have clone this same sameness to remain a package parcel of the same thing. No magic speak more than what the eyes never stop seeing. No poetry can poetize words when already poetry is recited (un)consciously from the mouth that live this life. This tell that the toilers knows that they are living in dug pit fill-in with dirt, which will be there pillow and mattress to lay the scanty empty existence that never abolish wailing continuously.

The bruises is felt in the body even when the flesh is bleeding as this story writes voluminous of the long history of “always the same”, as more procreation of offspring register their feet to this sameness life; grows to the adaptation of this eyesore subsistence that is created by the class of oppressive governance whose philosophy has always being the doctrine that plunge today and tomorrow to live in plungeness.

No story can speak well especially when it continues to reveal the real lives that tell an inner part of the life, which confront the everyday life of toilers living under chains.