well, this began a looooong time ago, and I just happened to it. It was most unreal, yet so ethereal that paradoxes die in shame when the simplicity inside of it reveals in little moments.
It was a Saturday!
It was wonder, trance-like, most beautiful that language can't possess. It turns petty each time I think of words to describe it. I never thought it would just disappear. It is sadness, yet there. It is somewhere there, hiding. It awaits closure, like everything else, it is time bound. Or maybe not.
Is it time to break the clock just so the memory breaks into realities and dies?
It is easy. It seemed then. Easy in its charm. When did this end? It does. It does end. It ends where I have not been yet. It ends where no one knows. Does it end with madness? Does it bring chaos?
It is ambivalent. It brings its own rhythms by breaking sounds into music, and music into unheard of sounds. It is strangely lyrical and lyrically heart breaking in its silence. It is violence too, for it is unreal. It is. It just is. It can be a catalyst, or just a fall.
And, going beyond these feelings is a mistake. Perhaps staying in this one feeling is the truest and closest one can be to one self.
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