Isolation. Solitude. In this life, so full of comrades, is the life of emptiness, sorrow, and bleeding hearts. Forced to hide away in the key that is honestly dishonest. Real words are trapped by illusions and fantasy. Could the Lad bring forth reality? Or will what's left, shatter and disappear? Being happy comes later in life, whereas the evil cannot wait. Most to some say, "Patience is a virtue", but wait too long and sometimes the most oppertune moment is wasted. Within those moments, the world decides to take action on its own to occupy the time left, that we hold so dear. Each one dreams of a fairytale like ending, or some sort of unrealistic reality that may or may not come to pass. Nothing becomes a reality enless one puts forth the time, effort, and belief that nothing's impossible. And to say the least, everything is unimpossible in its own way.
"A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us." -Friedrich Nietzsche
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Thoughts and Observations: Coded
Non-FictionDay by day, have you ever wondered about the things people think about? Or how about, do they notice something that I don't? I bet you have, and through just one person's view on life, see into their mind about people..
