The memories of walking by shrouded in a blanket of love and belonging are so far faded away in this devil's place. When you are away from the ones you love, its like you are living half a life. You are never complete and you are on the verge of going off in a blaze of glory. Though after a while even the fire dims and slowly extinguishes till you don't even know yourself anymore. It seems like you are a bystander to it all and it all rushes by like a time travel experiment that failed.
There are times when you feel far away from the people near you, when you are living in the bygones of the ages that seems eons ago from the time you live in. If that's the feeling of growing up I loathe myself to think about growing up. Alas, those were the thoughts of a childhood's mind that didn't know much better and weren't that insightful. However this would remain the same for eons even after the end of the world as we know it. Perhaps therein lies the beauty of being a child, living the present and not having a care in the world for naught. There would come a day when I would be born ago. Hopefully, the perceptions of reality and truth would be much better than it today. Maybe then friendship wouldn't be based on superficiality but rather on the kind of person you are.
Probably this despair would diminish and eventually vanish, but that's the truth as I perceive as of today. Maybe the definition would change but the base remains the same.
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