Like how everything is before you,
and nothing is before you.
it just serves to bring nothing but a stark contrast.


Like how all that spelt goodness
pales in significance
to the presence of what one might call greater goodness.
If there was ever any bit of goodness that existed in the first place, that is.


If only the trickles of clear coloured particles
could eradicate all the cloudy bulks of unwholesome bits,
could restore the whole chunk of mass,
especially the essential elements that come together with it,
to a pure, pure form.
It requires restoration.
It's slowly disintegrating and deterioriating into a
chunk of messed up mass.


And what if history repeats itself again.
It cannot, it must not.

music please.

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