The startthe topsy turvy relationships. crashing like waves on the shores, inducing up whirlwinds of sand that float up into the sky, like little angels freed from their chains. They get strucked by lightning, and land flat, scorched on the ground. Little insects crawl upon them. They grow. They evolve, and they start to form wings. so that they could fly. And stay flying forever.Today was the day. Nothing more. Nothing less. the turning of the shadows on the sundial only poses as the paradox of time, how it tends to get back to the same place, even though we are all moving forward, never looking backwards. There would always be ups and downs, but ultimately, we would reach back to the same spot to search for ourselves. The self gratification we bring to ourselves in the self-discovery of our own souls. we had a rough ride through the turnings. but it ended with a single answer. How we exchanged what we guessed to be the answer. She had witten something that wasnt true, but had tricked me by hding the real answer further down the message. I did the same too. Though i wasnt as voluble as her. How perfectly conincidental. maybe you would have guessed who it is. Even if you did, what do i have to hide? Its love. And it will always remain as it is. Love. Justin ranted at 9:59:00 pm on the |