The human heart is vast enough to contain all the world.
It is valiant enough to bear the burden, but
where is the courage to cast it off?
—JOSEPH CONRAD
When you breathe in you'll realize the shade of blue will paint your lungs in the same shade, and you realize that the sunlight may bake your heart, like color-burnt clay roofs during summer.
Our ears are ringing because of the silence. you come home with tearful eyes, and nobody is actually to blame. you tell me that someone has scraped your heart like a heap of dry leaves, and that the dense dry air is everywhere in your mind, clouding your very thoughts, creating storms that is able to sweep clean even the vast field of Sahara.
I can only reach out to cradle, cradle your bony hands. don't get lost in the cruelness of the universe just yet. for the entire ground we set out feet on are mostly glues made of venom, so are the mouths of foul-souled people, this war will never be ours: we are a part of the infinite game, where no winner is needed. we will continue to fight forever, shed lights, and mark paths. aren't we just like the world of fashion? infinite game. nobody is trying to create a final trend, is it not right? so are we: we should never, never consider to finish sufferings or we'll be dead.
Some people just don't want to be free and you get the meaning. a ship cannot sail for so long over a calm, sun-drenched sea with its crystal-blue sky. like those ships, like them, we are constantly heading towards a storm.
Only for challenge.
One day you'll find those blue hands reaching out to you.
One day I'll find those blue hands reaching out to me.
Talking about dead-ends can be something really metaphysical; and no one wants to shed that much brain for others, unless you're willing to die at young age, or bang your head over callous matters.
for a dear friend.
XOXO. ♥
