As darkness unfurls its blanket across the heavens, the symphony of nocturnal creatures, a serenade to solitude, resonates against the silence. The rest of the world succumbs to slumber, but I find myself ensnared in the labyrinth of tormented thoughts. At times, the biting cold of loneliness festers, an echo of a heart pierced by regret, the ghost of erstwhile companionship.
I initiate a subtle dance with pain daily, allowing it to tear, burn, and carve deep grooves into my being. It is a paradox, a silent surrender to the poignant familiarity of hurt—a futile attempt to feel something besides the numbing void, to establish an unsettling yet comforting connection with the brutal reality.
Regrets and remembrances coalesce, trespassing the sanctity of my isolation. They are like relics of time that the mind adamantly clings to—bits of joy overshadowed by vast expanses of regret. An ambush of unwanted memories here, an intruding flashback there. Fading is what they refuse to do, unperturbed by the relentless march of time.
The stealing isolation is an uncanny reflection of the haunting lyric, “Everyone I know goes away, in the end.” Its crude truth reverberates an echo, reminding me of the transience of companionship. Crumbled relationships, faded friendships, and departed people they swept away with the winding currents of time, leaving me anchored amidst the maelstrom.
What assets do I possess to offer this world, a lump of confusion swirling in cosmic indifferent vastness? My empire of dirt: a monument to my futile efforts of wringing meaning from the contrived existence, a legacy of hollow promises and hurt. It symbolizes a string of disappointments, a compound of earnest care and trust repaid with hurt.
The throne of deception houses the remnants of a shattered self, crowned with a wreath of thorns festering with guilt and self-reproach. Each invisible thorn cuts deep, opening wounds in a soul tarnished by deceit and despair. Beneath the cloak of a false king lies a denial of truth and meaning.
They say time heals all, yet its healing seems more like a ruthless transformation. It erodes layers of emotion, unearthing an identity lost amidst the ravages of existence. Yet I am there, a specter in the labyrinth of change, “I’m still right here,” clinging onto the vestiges of my past self.
But within the confines of the labyrinth, a glimmer of hope pierces through the despair. There’s a yearning within, a longing to start anew. A whisper that travels a million miles through my being, promising a second chance toward redemption. It whispers a possibility of charting a new path, of rediscovering the beaten-down self. A resilience buried deep beneath the weight of past transgressions and current despair.
The first light of dawn marks the commencement of a new chapter. An opportunity to hurt anew but also to heal again. This dichotomy, this rhythm of thriving on the cusp of hurt and healing, is my perpetual dance with life. “You could have it all, my empire of dirt,” I hum as the gentle morning light peeks through, illuminating a path toward redemption.
So, I face the new dawn, the new beginning, bravely confronting the brewing storm within, focusing on the tiny flicker of hope. Because in the grand scheme of things, life is a continuous struggle between sorrow and joy, despair and hope. And it’s the strength to persist and dance within this storm that genuinely matters. “I would find a way,” I whisper back, embarking on another day of healing, growing, and life.
pip install scikit-learn nltk pandas
# Required Libraries
import string
import re
from sklearn.model_selection import train_test_split
from sklearn.feature_extraction.text import CountVectorizer
from sklearn.naive_bayes import MultinomialNB
from sklearn import metrics
import nltk
from nltk.corpus import stopwords
nltk.download('punkt')
nltk.download('stopwords')
# Narrative Text
narrative_text = """
As darkness unfurls its blanket across the heavens, the symphony of nocturnal creatures, a serenade to solitude, resonates against the silence. The rest of the world succumbs to slumber, but I find myself ensnared in the labyrinth of tormented thoughts. At times the biting cold of loneliness fester, an echo of a heart pierced by regret, the ghost of erstwhile companionship.
"""
# Divide the narrative into statements
statements = [
'As darkness unfurls its blanket across the heavens',
'The symphony of nocturnal creatures, a serenade to solitude, resonates against the silence',
'The rest of the world succumbs to slumber',
'I find myself ensnared in the labyrinth of tormented thoughts',
'At times the biting cold of loneliness fester',
'An echo of a heart pierced by regret',
'The ghost of erstwhile companionship'
]
# Sentiments for the respective statements
labels = ['Negative', 'Positive', 'Neutral', 'Negative', 'Negative', 'Negative', 'Negative']
# Text Cleaning
def clean_text(text):
text = "".join([word.lower() for word in text if word not in string.punctuation])
tokens = re.split('\\W+', text)
text = [word for word in tokens if word not in stopwords.words('english')]
return text
# Text Vectorization
vectorizer = CountVectorizer(stop_words='english', analyzer=clean_text)
feature_vector = vectorizer.fit_transform(statements)
# Split Dataset
X_train, X_test, y_train, y_test = train_test_split(feature_vector, labels, test_size=0.3, random_state=42)
# Training Naive Bayes model
MNB = MultinomialNB()
MNB.fit(X_train, y_train)
# Predictions
predicted_labels = MNB.predict(X_test)
# Model Evaluation
accuracy_score = metrics.accuracy_score(predicted_labels, y_test)
print(f'Model Accuracy: {round(accuracy_score*100, 2)}%')