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Monday, February 25, 2013

Outside

So many questions are asked to what we call our life. A path to walk as the clock ticked within the hours. Another that came to light in the crust of our shadows. And a fork to every day that comes to pass tomorrow.

There was the silhouette of the boy that stood glancing to the moon with the dance of a smirk on his lips. An expression of those battles that clashed in him, waging a war against his intellect inflicted on the heart. It was a peaceful night. The clouds were like mirrors in the sky reflecting the tales of heaven beckoning the children of the sleeping angels. There were the feathers that turned to the serenity glowing like ambers to the rising passion in the musing of dreams. And then there were some that laid forgotten amidst the din of the frolicking faces and the small laughs.

To the evenings that were lost to the charcoal that struck against the paper, the fingers that brushed in a tender gesture to give light to the thoughts that passed by, was to be devoted to the pursuit of giving an answer to the world. This was where he was asked to belong.

The lights lit the apartment full of people waiting to drown themselves in jostling words of each other to celebrate. The hosts were a loving couple whose new found happiness in each other called the reason of the joyous celebration.

But just as they say for the very thought of innocence, nothing lasts forever.

            

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