The Shades - Why must they fade?
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Do words hurt, so what does their absence do?
How does moving on feels like, how does stopping by do?
Sometimes ,there are collisions between thoughts, their mass shifts and you are close to explode out.
As the world twists around you, do you settle or do you propagate?
The countless terminations of sentences you may have said
echoing in your mind. The steps are silent ,shallow you are dragged into an invisible slump. The questions you seek do they even
have answers? The full fledging emotions that come to you are they even mature enough to be justified or are they just
tangled threads of superficiality ?
Relationships, what are they, what convenience have to do with a relationship. This is just one more attempt into this world
or bubble we may seem to have formed for us. What are the shades of these relationships and what should we make of them?
Beauty is what you make of it. The thousand sins you do when you are in love, they turn into nothing when that love
fades.Now what I consider love or the mere definition of it is a variable in my mind too as it in yours. What do you do when
there is no reason for anything anymore?
How do you shade the darks and the whites?
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