It's been a while.
Not that I haven't had any material to work with, I just haven't really found the thirst to write. Without saying much, it's actually funny how my life has turned around. Some for the better, some, I could do without.
It's even funnier how the characters in my story (aptly called Life) are the all same. But being dynamic, their own story lines, in one way or another still based on mine, have somehow changed.
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They say change is good. Change is a movement away from the static, before it becomes stale, and infects everything around it while it casually rots away.
It holds true, I guess, for most parts of Life. Until the crippling truth starts to settle, and you begin to realize that the same thing your heart has been pining for is the same thing that's bound to destroy you. No wonder your brain's been so hellbent on keeping that beating muscle of yours quiet.
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A girl and a boy lie on a bed, sharing silence with each other. His head is on her lap, and her head is somewhere in space. Their feelings have run away (moving at the same pace as the distance that grows, dangerously and increasingly, between them) and have sought shelter elsewhere. Their fingers, however, remain entangled with each other's.
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The pain of not getting what you want is nothing compared to the pain of getting exactly what you want --and realizing it's all too much for you to handle.
It's even funnier how the characters in my story (aptly called Life) are the all same. But being dynamic, their own story lines, in one way or another still based on mine, have somehow changed.
***
They say change is good. Change is a movement away from the static, before it becomes stale, and infects everything around it while it casually rots away.
It holds true, I guess, for most parts of Life. Until the crippling truth starts to settle, and you begin to realize that the same thing your heart has been pining for is the same thing that's bound to destroy you. No wonder your brain's been so hellbent on keeping that beating muscle of yours quiet.
***
A girl and a boy lie on a bed, sharing silence with each other. His head is on her lap, and her head is somewhere in space. Their feelings have run away (moving at the same pace as the distance that grows, dangerously and increasingly, between them) and have sought shelter elsewhere. Their fingers, however, remain entangled with each other's.
***
The pain of not getting what you want is nothing compared to the pain of getting exactly what you want --and realizing it's all too much for you to handle.