So I’m writing something in between poetry and prose. Something that somewhat expresses the innermost, yet conservative side of the writer, perhaps the blogger I am becoming with each typed letter.
Better is the end than the beginning, many say, maybe all agree. But what if nothings thwarts an end worse than its beginning? Ever wonder?
Letters revive souls than unspoken words, many believe, maybe you agree. But what if the unspoken hugs looks, smile or touches can be the resurrection divide between you and her? Ever wonder?
Naming is so much so that what we call whatever per time is what they become with time. What if names and time could be dimensions of our worlds? Ever wonder?
Aiming at heights in our daily lives keep us motivated and seems to give us a sense of we living for something. What if it’s all about looking at the height we currently at and seeking to simply love people and happiness from within? Ever wonder?
Wonder why you see things the way you see them?
Ponder on beliefs you have imbibed and soon you will entrain the fast-standing truths very deeply as they almost never fail their tests…