whispering gentle prayers everynight , making sure that of all people ,
the God above protects you first.
don't get me wrong , cause this might sound to you a bit odd.
you are but a memory , someone i miss and not love.
it's impossible to go through life without trials and struggles being thrown at you.
maybe sometimes we should just look back on that eventful day with a mixture of humour, immense gratitude and humility.
we've tried all life preserving maneuvers we could think of , running the gamut from practical to ridiculous.
but , what purposes are we driving at so hard to keep our lives the way we want.
complex.
the more you do it , the less simple it'll be.
we thought all that could alleviate our struggle.
but take another glance at the people living in squalor with dirty nappies littering the house and a foul stench of urine in the air ; a clear indication of near imminent death.
yet , we are tantalised by the rich scent lacing under our roofs.
fussing over the fabrics we wear.
no one saw how the columns that spelled our fortunes compared.
"even the very fury they lavished on each other was a brick in this unseen creation , a structure that reveals itself increasingly as the world falls apart."
yes, we said we'll do a part.
tomorrow? next month ? next year or never.
never did.
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