Wednesday, March 23, 2011

vapour shell

I've always clung to mildness, felt safe and comfortable, but what significance does it hold if it lacks definition? Where do I stand if where I fall is unknown? Where are the extremes?

All phases I've been through have been unworthy of the extreme. Then she called. I fell down, I defined my extremes in desperation. I've let my instincts take over, I'm engulfed in the smoke of change. Hope has transformed to faith and belief. What is truer than what I believe?

Mildness dissolves into nothingness, leaving me exposed, vulnerable. It is impossible to be unreactive while being instinctive, further unrevealing. And in the end, it is not even about myself.

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