All moments are seized by the anxious tomorrow. 
Reliving the past is not an option but a ridiculous justification to look back and ponder. In the advent of slanderous anecdotes and dimwitted responses, beings are reduced to numbers, faceless and insignificant. Where does one go? Whose arms do we hold on? Whose heart do we beat with? Looking for a time of our life, we find complications. Too tired of the lines being held upon, silence becomes a denominator. Intimacy is existent but almost swept away. Its the time at hand that matters but none of the choices are appealing. The clock ticks alone and yet its dominion is checked. It can handle reality's truth but it cant seep into the fiber of its immediate recipient.
In these moments, we find solitude a friend and an enemy. In a predicament of lies, deceit, and folly, we turn to the nearest being for a respite. Salvation is not expected while empathy is a necessity. Tomorrow may not come to salvage the remains of the previous day. However, at least, one does not traverse with excruciating loneliness. The smile and laughter will not depart amongst the familiars. For it no longer matters what lies beyond as empathy and solidarity can stand on its own within all of the perfect strangers.
Reliving the past is not an option but a ridiculous justification to look back and ponder. In the advent of slanderous anecdotes and dimwitted responses, beings are reduced to numbers, faceless and insignificant. Where does one go? Whose arms do we hold on? Whose heart do we beat with? Looking for a time of our life, we find complications. Too tired of the lines being held upon, silence becomes a denominator. Intimacy is existent but almost swept away. Its the time at hand that matters but none of the choices are appealing. The clock ticks alone and yet its dominion is checked. It can handle reality's truth but it cant seep into the fiber of its immediate recipient.In these moments, we find solitude a friend and an enemy. In a predicament of lies, deceit, and folly, we turn to the nearest being for a respite. Salvation is not expected while empathy is a necessity. Tomorrow may not come to salvage the remains of the previous day. However, at least, one does not traverse with excruciating loneliness. The smile and laughter will not depart amongst the familiars. For it no longer matters what lies beyond as empathy and solidarity can stand on its own within all of the perfect strangers.
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