It is with great regret as i type out this post. I came to know about the passing of a friend. A friend, albeit a distant friend but nonetheless who had at some time of our lives shared common ideals and dreams. One of whom, the passing of, would seem so unlikely, especially at the prime of his life, it was almost unbelievable. I stared in space upon the realisation of it.
Such is the fragility of life and the impermanence of things, that of which, is cruel, but true and none of either you or me can pry through their evil clutches. As i lament upon his passing, i reflected upon my miserable life and strangely found it worthwhile. For i still had what he would have wanted but could no longer ask for more. Chance. That one f***king last chance that god took it away without batting his f***king eyelid.
I find it hard to end this post...
Such is the fragility of life and the impermanence of things, that of which, is cruel, but true and none of either you or me can pry through their evil clutches. As i lament upon his passing, i reflected upon my miserable life and strangely found it worthwhile. For i still had what he would have wanted but could no longer ask for more. Chance. That one f***king last chance that god took it away without batting his f***king eyelid.
I find it hard to end this post...