How much is enough? How much is the past? And what, of the future? The many people we meet, zigzag roads across paths of time, intertwined, weaving a web of complexities. Sometimes they burn through, sometimes they simply collide and deflect. They leave a scar, a dent, sometimes. Sometimes they just kiss each other by. Like fingertips touching, while we drive through, while the wind courses through hair.
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1 comment:
hmm, i've always wished there would be a clear cut way to separate everything in life. dam those gray areas! but i guess thts where the beauty of life lies... where the ppl n situations frm the past, present and future just seem to spill into each other; and life just seems a big blur.
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