Tuesday, March 07, 2006
life is but a mist.
a passing silhouette that appears as if by random.
with each shadow that is formed.
some leave an indelible impression.
while others are forgotten.
it is cruel.
and yet. true.
how often do we hear them say. the world is a stage.
and we are the actors.
everyone has a part to play.
but then again.
does everyone have a part to play.
this world we live in.
is frigid and indifferent.
the aloofness.
the distant gaze of the other.
human nature. perhaps.
hmmm.
do we appreciate enough...
Bran ; 10:21 PM