Thursday, October 25, 2012

I Love The Smell of The Rain

It is no bed of roses, indeed.
Consistency is always disrupted by something out of nowhere.
And then everything changes.
Why or how, we'll never know.
Some words are just better left unsaid, I guess.
But it costs peace of mind.
And the change grows day after day.
Until what has been will only remain what has been.
And maybe new things will grow out of the change.
For better, or for worse?

Life is complicated.

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