As the day grew nearer and nearer to locking its shutters to the outside world, the air grew damp. The world was resting another night; seeking another day. The fast paced traffic of the Earth we stood upon, left its traces behind and kept moving forward. What was once, now was. What was now, was once again. The flowing wind started to reach a higher gallop, and the ambient sounds that filled the world with determination grew silent and unsettling. Night drifted into view, and we always wondered why. To that, we still do not know; all we know is the moon falls into place perfectly at the end of every day- never failing.
Now, it's probably the silent nightfall that brings you to wonder why it is silent. But to answer this, we must first reason with ourselves, ask ourselves and wonder, "Why is the day alive?" It's a reasonable question, and definitely one in which we cannot answer at all. So that brings us to our first question, "Why is the night silent?" Although there isn't a definite answer, I choose to believe it's the cause of our silence with ourselves; the darkness that we choose to dictate our lives and memories. It's punishment for living a world of silence and fighting an inner battle. "How is this punishment?" You may ask, but we can never tell. The only thing we have left to do in this mundane world, is to live our own extraordinary one.
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Bones.
AdventureThe journey of a young being, who instead of following the path left for him- creates his own. "The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today."
