Like the rays of sunlight that creep into ur room when all u want is darkness, these strange thoughts run arnd Like random particles in Brownian Motion, i bump into the strangest collection of people who mite or mite nt matter Like salt on a bitter wound, that stings and helps heal, ur distance away from me help soothe alleviations of fear and hope Like tangled hair after a late evening car ride, i cling onto the hanging threads that threaten to weave themselves into a cloth like dream That threatens to cover the cilli like synoptic pragmatic threads that line the inside of my brain, forming a sheet of phelgm called fantasy
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. Robert Frost