My words used to flow effortlessly, with a breath of life blown into each letter.
Someone once told me that the alphabet was spontaneous there is absolutely no order yet everything is ordered accordingly.
I wonder if that reminds anyone of something?
Perhaps it reminds one of life, the life they are living. It’s a controlled chaos, yet based completely on nothing.
People really seem to enjoy asking the questions in life that have no answer, as if feeling the curiosity caused by these questions fills the actual hole where there is no answer.
Mankind is a conceited kind, even in the way it named itself. Before humans no color was inferior to another, it in fact was just a color once upon a time.
I find it easy to make fun of such a people especially when I am one of them. In fact that makes it almost comical.