The nights pass, uneventful but not meaningless. This last one was especially tumultuous yet never confusing. Silence can at once be both suffocating and tranquil. Life however hard changes fast. In a sense, I guess optimism is not an unfounded delusion. At least that’s my excuse for embracing it’s warm comforts.
I wouldn’t call silence a friend, it doesn’t speak, it doesn’t laugh in mirth or scold with spite, it is always there, the tireless observer. The one thing I have understood about it, is that it is honest and in it’s own way fair. A new dawn breaks before me, it is time to part ways with my companion. By now he is too feeble to torment me, yet he lingers just strong enough to be tranquil.
I have recently decided to listen to people, even if they don't seem interesting at first. I feel we are so obsessed with finding something exceptional, that we dismiss things too quickly. We are a generation of junkies, so preoccupied with getting the next fix that we let beautiful things pass unnoticed. The best things in life are often not instantaneously legendary. In this spirit I step out on the balcony. Since quitting smoking I have neglected this particular facility of my apartment. It is raining, a soft fine autumn rain, trying to go unnoticed by the humans of the world. I feel like the sky is crying silently. I have learnt to accept myself for who I am, life for what it is, I still dream. The world would be so cold without optimism, it's okay to lie to yourself once every now and then. I want to tell the sky to not cry, not to be bothered by the negligence of us humans. But the rain won't ease, it keeps on soft and desolate. The best I can do is watch the grey heavens doused in the cold luster of a feeble October sun, at least she has a witness to her sorrow.
I have recently decided to listen to people, even if they don't seem interesting at first. I feel we are so obsessed with finding something exceptional, that we dismiss things too quickly. We are a generation of junkies, so preoccupied with getting the next fix that we let beautiful things pass unnoticed. The best things in life are often not instantaneously legendary. In this spirit I step out on the balcony. Since quitting smoking I have neglected this particular facility of my apartment. It is raining, a soft fine autumn rain, trying to go unnoticed by the humans of the world. I feel like the sky is crying silently. I have learnt to accept myself for who I am, life for what it is, I still dream. The world would be so cold without optimism, it's okay to lie to yourself once every now and then. I want to tell the sky to not cry, not to be bothered by the negligence of us humans. But the rain won't ease, it keeps on soft and desolate. The best I can do is watch the grey heavens doused in the cold luster of a feeble October sun, at least she has a witness to her sorrow.
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