27.Inclined
Disappointment beats out depression in this sense, and in this case I was the catalyst. It's like wax on fingers, the pain that begins lingers to numb you. I peel off the emotional film that has left me breathless for way too long. Crying in the morning only seem impossible for as long as I can ever recall. If only life was clement. She said people don't change. They change for themselves, adapt, because life calls for it. We add things, people to our lives, then we change and adapt and mould to fit them. It was conspicuous as we both saw it coming. Like a beautiful force charging right towards you. Oblivious, you only reckon it when it hits you, and bam, you fall right back to reality. But reality becomes nothing when its on replay mode, you can already mouth its next line. You peer upon your reflection to find an antagonist peering back.
But guess what,
I already know the next line.
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Finality is cruel and biting. I find myself telling that to people more nowadays.
But we pick and make our own endings. Life is what we make it, right? So we kick the bad memories aside and have fun with what we've got.
Because crying should only happen when it rains. And even if it's been raining more, dancing in the rain is much more fun than crying in it is.
You choose your ending, and then you move on in that direction, but we don't turn back. Maybe we look back, but we don't turn back, because time doesn't give us that option.
The present's undecided, though, like the future. Make the most of it.
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