"The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly."
Spiral-like moments where I wonder of "the truths". Are we all actors and actresses? Caught in some big facade. A motion of picturesque moments. Play by play, we are played by someone/something bigger than we can even fathomimagination let loose. I'm gone and that's the only truth.
I know these are silly questions that I have. But what I also know is that we are coated with silly lies. I hate to sound like the same force that is feeding us like animals, but there is more to life than what happens late at night. Translucent skies; unparalleled influences for the eyes.
IT IS NOW.
I'll be gone like the waning of the moon. Wax; and I'm back.