how did it come to this?
sometimes, words not spoken are like daggers. they can leave scars in your heart.
at other times, to speak up, to clarify things shatter the pictures, lies, sense of illusion and delusion we build around ourselves.
i do wish things are as simple as they seem.
i certainly wish things will be as they seem.
one day, a few hours, some minutes even, i'll be content. it doesnt matter the amount of time the fog of confusion - that which eludes from us, clarity - clears, it's how you make full use of it, how you embrace it fully and hopefully, grow from the end of it.
the end of it all.
everything ends, one way or another. now, then, or in the future; nothing lasts forever. everything ends, stops, cease to mean a thing when we die.
the ultimate end.
who knows when it'll end?
