Shores

It's interesting to notice how things affect you. At a moment, you are scared, nervous. The next moment, devastated. Happens quite oftenly, I guess. And you wonder, why?
Why does it bring thoughts that seem so stupid, and yet so ominous when you let logic go. Being conscious is quite painful, for it is neither the savior of thought, nor its final damnation. It is simply, an engine of doubt creation. For when you are in a peaceful state, conscience brings you back to what is going on, and you remember you are only human. And when there's frailty, it makes you realize how stupid you are. For how stupid it is to think what you are thinking.
Ain't that awesome?
It's remarkably sad that I have nothing to write here right now, other than strange thoughts regarding... thoughts. All the stories that live inside, they fade away when things go off the script. It gets hard to get them back. But maybe time gets us back there, to the point where we should be, and the trains get back on their rails.
Other than that, I've been working as hard as I can to create things. To have a chance of looking back and thinking ''Wow, I've done something". Who knows right? Maybe we get to achieve something, somehow. I just hope the price ain't too high after all. Still got the stories of relationships to write... still got many things to write... damn.


If all it took to bring you down was a well aimed blow, what makes you think a new chain can save you?