Complexity of the mind correlating to the real world can rather be intimidating as individuals face surges of wave and storms that befalls upon them, transiting phases of their life in sequence as they delved further in depth spiritually
There was a no beginning point to this chapter, never was there a 'you' or a 'thing' that sets everything into motion. How minimal was 'its' existence, for he was blind-folded by solemn and consternation as he stood motionless at the midst of a void space, yearning and seeking for an unknown to drive him forward. Soul continues on residing in the past, reminiscing on every subtle merriment or ecstasy from the visages that once was of a paramount in his lifetime. They're no longer breathing in this space do they? Days follows on with so much queries penetrating through and through the exhausted mind, if they are still there to held these numbing hands. Feelings is just a brief phase that once lives to resurrect the means to breathe, but on the succeeding moment, it perished on its own with not a single pointer and all that is left is the memories, which is of a petty value knowing it couldn't possibly relate the same way what a sensation does to one's core. It will never be the same. Each night a star fades off from the sky scape when gazed, meanwhile a newborn glistens till dusk emerges from the murk. Conceding to the stars, he got used to his notion, fathoming that it is illogical for an 'I' to coexist in the same period along with a 'You' or so he thought. Realistically enough, only people of heavens could extend their spectral hands and grasp on to the stars before it ceased from their sight. Even so, it will effortlessly slipped out on its own albeit it is tightly clenched, returning to its right place. There wasn't a choice at all but to let free the desire and any ways of keeping it confined would be futile due to works of the providences.
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Body laid across the greens, with eyes closed concealing all the viles matter of this world, resting the pandemonium thoughts still at a nirvana. Distant voices of the facade, began its work to derange the tranquility and constantly pursues to wreck his strength, to compensate for sins he had enact. Past stigma kept him chained to his guilt nontheless he did nothing but having to eat humble pie. Was he liable for expressing the genuinity at heart yet surrendering to the fate written with an aftermath of which in turn, morphed to a fear that is still yet to be surmount.Trust that he had for the other was shed mercilessly whereas the hope he rooted in him, shrivelled as the warmth and attachment he had for the other becomes incomprehensible. The means of 'liking' and 'loving' was just an obscurity all the while and the clarity behind the terms is ambiguous, whereby it is simply idle. A year shunning away from the other's presence while keeping his head down low whenever he comes across the individual. He loathes the wrongs but dejects the ties between them, having the heart to place empathy yet still, be it the wound that was inflict upon in his interior, made crestfallen. On the other hand, the other could find no fault in himself and he perceived that he did the 'right' thing, putting his self concerns over the whole matter while negliging the dont's that was mentioned as valedictions. It was a mistake that bound every decision made till now and serves as a nudge to her memory that overwhelming of emotions will result in a shamble.
