It is the quietest of evenings. The lovely shade of the most bluest blue has turned into the loveliest combination of orange, red and purple. The sun is setting, and my last view of the sky shall rest at the darkest shade of a purple so rich in all its glory.
There has been too many thoughts, and they are spreading like a disease. It is like the story of the scar and 12 bottles of salt - not a pretty sight. The question then becomes, "Do you give in (to the thoughts)? Or do you fight it?".
Both (I'd say).
Explore the vast ocean and come out alive.
What's life without a few potholes, eh?
And always, always. It's things like these that makes us appreciate those little and most wondrous things in life. Love and appreciate with every inch of your heart, to the deepest of crevices, all and everything that you have.
"Birds flying high, you know what I mean" :)
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