As you grow older in life, a version of you shall arise. Custom made for the world, as lines of hypocrisy blurs. The silent shall incessantly talk, the unstoppable shall now stop. Molded to be not what you are, Different, yet with results above par. But then one day so shall come, questions from a […]
Why aren’t we like before?
A question we routinely ask.
Who gave me the first promise and what did that promise take?
…the thorns of life
Somedays I step down from my lofty heights to understand the pain of the mortal types…
Why does a hero die?
Why do the spineless survive?
Why is it that happy endings, are end of stories…But not the end of life?
Imagine a world, not ruled by love but by hate. Not the death of love but the unimportance of it.