"You will not be able to escape yourself, nor will you be able to hide your sins. Sooner or later, you're bound to meet the truth, and you shall live the outcome of the past wrong you have done."
Time has moved on forward, and we all have stayed where we were, fixed, immobile, unable to comprehend the present, always referring to the past and how things used to be. Time has left us all behind, and this gap of age and mindset is the murderer of what felt like the realest emotion the world could ever bless me with. A feeling that overshadows the warmth and lightness of nature, that could provide a solace far greater than the soothing blue of the eternal glass we look up to, that outshone the sun which came out after a week of rainy days - to kill that, is it not the greatest of crimes? Society - an embodiment of civilised individuals of high intellectual capabilities- proved to be inadequate to feel modern compassion. Society never ages, it's an evergreen concept with one major loophole- stagnancy. Tales of the desirability of the truth have been narrated since the ascent of man, but, are we really seekers of the truth? Truth, like water, can be moulded - whatever hurts less is accepted as the truth, whoever has power is labelled honest and the amount of paper you possess determines how truthful you really are.
Truth is, we are all lost. Who are we ? Who are you? This place we live in is a mess, the people around- dishonest. Currently, everything is deemed right if it meets a certain age criteria - love is just teenage infatuation if it's too early, irrespective of how real it might be, it will still seem to be a mere time-pass. The gap between the new and the old, this lack of connection, this technological advancement, our way of taking things fast, how open we now are to all possibilities, has defined a new kind of love - one which does not seek the past of someone but a real connection, something that plucks the strings of the heart. Gone are the times when virginity was an issue, what is that anyway? We seek our truth, someone we can live with, someone who accepts who we are as an individual, someone to laugh along our jokes and hold our hands or dry our tears and tell us things will be fine, someone to just hold throughout the night and talk our hearts out with, someone who feels just as much as we do, and who we know will love us all the way through - ambrosia.
We talk about how unified we all are, yet we break people apart. Bounded by the shackles of society, here I drowned in the floods of my bloods. Where am I at? I'm walking along the thin line between being alive and being non-existent, where you constantly ask yourself the purpose of your life and question the way things work around. Enough of the show, time to bring out the truth. Fate played dirty, back-stabbed love, brethren of the core turned into its downfall. There froze the heart in fate's ice prison, and drowning was the core in a stream of utter melancholia. Whose fault was it if it did not work out? How would love live it all out? The key lies in the wait, the answer in the lingering silence. There is more to what we just read out loud.
