Monday, April 09, 2007

As mark twain once said, "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times" and dhiviya adds...and yet it was the most secure of times...

its strange and paradoxical even. its a contradiction in itself. its a myraid of uncertainties clumped into one and yet there is a lurkin sense of joy and overshadowing empowerment. Its all so weird and strange i dont even know where and how to begin explaining this and quite honestly im VERY sure no one gets this, because if you do, please enlighten me! haha

its like a rush up the hilltops, the higher you go the happier you feel, and yet the more exposed u are and hence the more shelter you seek. the higher you go, the more uncertain you get if this is the path your meant to take or take it with. the higher you go, the closer you are to the inevitable destination of departure and leave, and yet amidst it all this rush jus keeps pushing you higher, higher that the mist of cloud 9 surrounds you, leaving you baffled and amazed and vunerable in a sorta way that isnt so bad or vunerable at all. i was meant to be left in knots and i sorta knew it wd play out tt way, but strangely i haven exactly been entangled and i haven exactly fallen tho im quite sure i am.

now all i can wonder is what on earth will be my saving grace? hmm now this shd b interestin..


Posted by shellsofsilence at 7:15 PM