It is never too dark for the sun to shine through some small clearing in the dense jungle. Never too late for the cock to crow the new dawn after an Arctic night. Everything in its own time and everything even if not when expected, will happen as it has to, as it always has. And even if the siren does not sound when the train enters the tunnel, the little blue light at the end of it will show the way to where we all need to go.
The rest is peace.
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I live in the grey blur between reality and icecreams.
I write on chocolate and on dreams.
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2 comments:
Sounds so unlike you.. are you alright? :p
the title is pOptimism.. and dont u think its a cruel kind of ending - what do u think will happen if the siren doesnt sound and where do u think we all need to go.. the rest is silence :)
layers madam.. u see what u want to see.. there is no this way or that :P
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