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Cold light above us
Hope fills the heart and fades away
Skin white as winter
As the sky returns to grey.
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Mind constantly wondering far away as I stared down the everyday buzz and commotion of the city. I had registered it in as life, what they seem to have named it. Is it the rain or are they the clouds, I wonder. The thing that'd best describe the word called life. Is it even possible to abridge such a complicated fuss in to a single lettered mess?
I doubt it.
But even so, people live and they die. Pretending as though they do not care about their existence. About any of this, about any of the little of what they call life.
Standing at the edge of the rooftop of one of the tallest building around the area seemed quiet maddening. But if this is not what life is about, then life is but a mere name they gave to satisfy the curiosity of people like us. To temporarily quench our parched throats seeking for answers.
But that'll never be possible. The answers will never be found nor will ever the questionings end.
This vivious cycle of birth and dead might eventually end- or not. But this hunger and the once asked questions will forever keep echoing in the abyss of the eternity of this universe, left to rot. Or be born yet once again in to something or someone new only for the cycle to continue infinitely.
I was never depressed enough to have suicidal thoughts. Only curious. Just how I seem to be am right this moment when I take a step further. Though there was a little more space to occupy. The space, if filled and left, would lead to another mystery. Unsolved case of yet another death. No one to witness, no one to know. And no one to answer any of this.
Was I scared?
No, I would not have been here if so. Just curious. Curious as to what would await me down there, as to what will life- as they like to call- would offer me then, as to whether I'll find out what life really means then? As to whether my past will come flowing down with me? Or whether would I find in that moment, the moment I take the step down till I hit my brake off- all about what life had offered me.
Like they say- curiosity killed the cat. Nay. Curiosity didn't kill the cat. But killed what kept the cat alive.
Just like how her curiosity pushed him towards the end of his life.
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The End Of Us
SpiritualThe waves crashed violently against the bottom of the cliff where they stood. The wind roared harsh hitting their skin. She held his strong hands in her soft one's smiling ever so warmly. "Come." She whispered. "Come and let's find together what li...
