we're all born to contain a part of the sea, a part the sky and a part of the earth within us. we often lose track of the various possibilities of life while limiting ourselves into the brittle frame of being humans. that said, being human, isn't a feat so easy. the connotation of the term 'social animal' has far fetched implications, the basic understanding of which, we've deviated from generations back.
we're all sailors embarked on a rough sea in holed boats that are sinking and floating at the same time. this voyage can end in dynamic consequences. the other end of it is hazy, indiscernible, just like the sight of homelands we've all abandoned. are we warriors, or prisoners of a war, doesn't matter anymore, atleast until we're on the same boat.
we're all strangers, in the unending process of knowing each other, while trying in vain to fill the void of our insecurities by comparing with scars belonging to others, those we've known not a moment of the battles that produced them, and the ones as well who had to encounter them, until they reached the same place as us.
I stumbled across a graveyard following a faded tread; Plain black and pitch dark with sequestered hidden shadows; Don't worry its just life, they said; Where colourful ink is splattered over ebony rainbows; Unmask the world and it will turn out to be; The most daunting graveyard you'll ever see.