pain and problem fall
into mind separate slow we realize truth
The moment I ground myself and let Go,
When I become a realist and Grow Realise it shouldn't Be... Is the dreaded day I silence the fraction of hope found in Me.
it is little late to realise
but I see that you don't see the way I do you don't feel the way I do you don't tell me otherwise too and here I am continuing to dream about you it is no fault of yours that you do not reciprocate but now it is too late why don't you give A girl a warning that I am venturing into danger zone where hearts and dreams are bound to break.
~~ The fact that whatever you do misery of life will catch up to you. We know lot more Than we ought to We seek the sadness More than anything more so when things are hopeful. My feet touches the ground playing lost and found I see the shadows in the dark and the dark rays in the morn. Intrinsic ways we entangle our views in every word lose sight to the right be moulded to new vase it is never too sooner to realise the reason to lament it has changed but it will remain.
As life proceeds, time proceeds,
I remain same.
If we were exact copies we would find the faults
that make us un-unique.. For some would have a mole in a certain place. Unclean to the others who view themselves as a perfection of ignorance.... We must all be different to realise that perfection is found in the intricate imperfections of evolution. Our faults are what makes every living thing outstanding, as were a creation of random fluidity that makes us no better than those before us, now, or those who are born before our fading of our unique imprint on this pebble. We all a grain that makes a mark no matter our finite moment in this ocean of finite waves...