It’s well remembered; the verses of the wise men, rehearsed a thousand times in our minds. Locked with gates made of the strongest metal no man can find. Yes, the verses of those wise men were so wise of their times, now we strike thunder for change but yet in vain, knowing we shall walk through those verses in time.
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Sunday, 23 June 2013
If I close my eyes and listen, I can hear the slow passing of the cars. There would be a few moments of silence before another car would greet me with its sound of passing, the sound’s vibration echoing until silence wraps its cloak around me, bringing yet another moment dedicated to the state of dejection. Those few moments of quiet insanity that listens to no reason, keeping its true objective in stretching those few moments. My desire for sound becomes a mere mirage, no matter how many times I feel it, I’ll always know that it was never there. If it were, it was never there for me. I was just its collateral damage. The anomaly.