When all we see is history behind us, we wished Einstein was still alive and the genius God had given him would inspire a creation of a time machine even technology now could never beat. Everyday as we see the light being consumed by the darkness that surrounds it, pray that tomorow will bring us a better day.
How i wished that each day would be better but never will it be as this is called life and not heaven. Problems either take us in or makes us a better person. Never will there be a day without judgement. Either paths will decide our advancement to an unknown territory waiting for yet another practice of sacrificial suicide.
Each time the temptation arises from beneath, the heat around increases to temperatures beyond limitations. Such desperations leads us nearer to the cradle of death without us realising how much of damage has been inflicted on our weak bodies. Crawl towards the light if you can see it and seek the door of forgiveness before it closes on you. The key to it is locked away in another room where the key is thrown into a barless prison of darkness.
Let the stream flow on to heal such broken souls and save those who are drowning in their own tears of shame. Where should we hide when all we see is just bare land with frequent mirage of happiness being flashed right in front of us. Like a wound which only heals after being hurt again, the need for cover is important as jealousy becomes the weapon of destuction for such hearts. Now leave mea lone as i bleed with animosity amongst people who live their lives to the fullest but get nothing in return for such happiness. I smile as the rush of adrenaline enters the veins which words in a dictionary can't describe such a feeling of enlightenment. May all be blessed with such sorrow.
.: WhaT CoMeS OuT NeVer GoeS iN AgaiN :.
