The Well

When there is a clash of emotions, deciding becomes a whole lot tougher. When these streets seem to go on and on forever, you start to wonder the reason for your journey. When you can't tell light from dark, you scream for a voice. A voice to guide you home. But when there's no one to call you out, you turn to your own voice. A voice of reason, a voice of comfort. But sometimes, that voice isn't enough to keep you afloat. You pray for something more. You want to feel the warmth and security of another. The moment you are most happiest, the moment you feel deepest. Superficial conversations aren't as exciting anymore. But when the world is percieved to be a closed book, what else can one hope for but to be taught the reality that the key to a closed book is held firmly in our hands, never to be robbed from us but can easily be lost in the intricate mazes of our palms. And now we shall bear witness before ourselves of all the opportunities that we've missed due to our dsyfunctions in reasoning.

Its alright to be insane for a while. At least there's warmth. A false sense of security.