The drifting apart is stealthy, quiet, but always there, like the way a trickle of water flows through the ground to create cavernous passages underground over time. Occasionally, a rock or a stone might thin the flow, but in the end, it conquers the former, and continues its neverending path through.
3 years back, and 3 years later, will it make a difference? The shape of life is still the same. Yes, factors have changed, but somehow it all adds up to the same result. It is destined for failure.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Personal Feelings
I guess its true how people always say that it is only after you lose something that you treasure it.
The loss of something is best felt when you have your fingers on it, and then for that one moment, you just lose track of it because it is just always there, and it looses itself from your hands, and is gone forever.
The loss of something is best felt when you have your fingers on it, and then for that one moment, you just lose track of it because it is just always there, and it looses itself from your hands, and is gone forever.
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