Have you noticed how the nights can be so faultlessly still-

You lie down tired from the worlds insane routine, close your eyes and intertwine your fingers at the back  of your head, and you think of all the things in life that have their way of verging upon the very frame of your being. Then you hear crickets chirping, or of not, you hear the barking dogs slowly spiriting the roads away from the deafening honking of cars.

Are they not in perfect timing?

But what if such noise is what relaxes your heart?

What if you want the heat of the sunlight warming your face as you sleep at night?

Do you like this world because they say its beautiful?

Or do you feel, even when you take away all the things you've unearthed and leave yourself empty, that it is your home?

What happens to your choices, when you become amazed by beauty?


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