Many things got me sceptical all of a sudden..Should just stop reading those sources... Though life is not an alien item in my sceptic list...
Thinking Thinking thinking...
thinking of all the worldly worries and wearies are just so timely...
geez, like petals rotting on the ground... who would capture that rather than fresh dainty ones in trees like silk ribbons on wood...
i prefer the marshes rather than the sirens in town...
the solitude reflection of what comes and goes...
when noises are too loud... they scream like mental trumpets implanted in the brain... for simplicity...
where thoughts can be simply basic... more is challenged...
to get to the solitude calmness...
as there is no play without work,
and no time when all is insufficient...
and yet the ironies in life is the changing which makes people want more of its changes that goes on and on and on...
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