It's not so simple to put thoughts down to words. Sometimes, words become weapon of choice to abuse what was thought to be the safety barrier. Isn't it strange to see how people react. Sitting down and thinking wouldn't be much help. At times like this, it would be best to wake up from the dream.
The presence itself can make you shiver. Meetings like this can make you think. But why go through all the trouble for one. Maybe it was God's decision, but don't we suffer at our own hands that way. Going through the trouble of making up our own life when it is already predestined. Something we ought to think about when dark skies start to shelter us.
Random thoughts is what we refer it as. Let the mind speak and you'll see how it is translated as. Shadows that seem to light up the darkness. But don't shadows come from the presence of light? So many questions to be asked but yet the answers seemed far fetched. All we can do is wait and be patient.
There wasn't such a thing back then. It was based on how it looked like. Based on how it could be achieved at the fastest time. It was rage against time. It was all about survival of the fittest. But indeed like all good things, it comes to an end. It doesn't have to be proven to be pronounced dead. A million thoughts can never be put together to form a structure.
Telling people from the start won't do any good. Unless of course the connection between both was fixed before. So much to do with so little time left in the hands of pain. Giving up everything is not the only solution to all solutions. Neither can problems cause tears. Confusion is the best. Let it all rest. And who ever said absence makes us weaker...
.: StuCK :.
