Out of all the things that are deceptive, appearances are the most. Yet it is the appearance that we fall for, that we trust so blindly.
#MusingTwentySeven //nothing and everything.
There is so much that is unfair about life. So much that we cannot work out. There are things that we cannot figure out for ourselves. So much, and yet, nothing in particular. And everything in general.
#MusingTwentySix //almost physically.
It hurt. To know she didn’t cross his mind as often as he crossed hers. So she would wish she could forget him. Then she would try. And then she would fail. That hurt too. Almost physically.
#ThoughtPourSix //conflicts and contrasts.
We fight, we feel. We comply and conflict. We harmonize, and hurt sometimes. We cry and we cackle. We are berserk and sometimes haywire. We are human and have flaws. But that is precisely what makes us human.
#ThoughtPourFive //place I know.
When I close my eyes, there is merely one place I know the directions to. One place that my heart wanders to. And darling it is you. Oh, darling it is you.
#MusingTwentyFive //major lifts and minor falls.
As the needle of the Crosley teased the vinyl, the record played on and on. And she loved him, both in the major lifts and the minor falls. And he loved the way she used metaphors.
#MusingTwentyFour //the river and the Sun.
She needed him like the river needs to flow. Eternally and desperately. He loved her like the Sun loves to glow. Unconditionally and inevitably.