It is the sarcasm of reality that a glittering sky can be a trigger of nightmares – full of concrete uncertainties like figures casted by shadows beneath. Yet it still comforts the unrest as the night captures the still.
But in contrast of the beauty is the goodness in dim and the darkness in light like the negatives in film. They say that the presence of gloom makes one shine in comparison; only if it is easily controlled. What’s often forgotten is that the ruler of this mind is overthrown by the silhouettes of fear.
the walks, the casual talks, the evident smiles– messing around for a while, the shared stories, along with the hot calamari, the touches, the warmth, the old, the normal, the usual, the life without the masks.
desires for shallow deeps chained yet detached inadequate worth monotonous fun filled with emptiness don’t you get it? we’re just hollows trying to matter
I heard them say that the clock is ticking but we should take our time. And so I did. Only to discover that they've mistaken— it's a bomb, not a clock.