Sometimes

the aftermath of isolation..

Sometimes, complaceny is hurdled when inviting thoughts of emptiness occur.
The warmth felt doesn't linger as together with the splash of the ocean water, it gush through the rocks and destroys.

Sometimes, lessons learned are compromised by a longing so powerful it creates a reality of its own.
It's so intense that the mind takes a bow, the ego turns to be an orchestra playing sweet music to the heart.

Sometimes, what was being done is just be patient and absorb every needle prick and hammer slam.
It will pass anyway, as every bruise and scar it left will heal. And as every episode of insanity will have stability.

But sometimes, it pays to wonder why the wind changes direction while the eagle flies so smoothly. Why it occurs and breaks the fragile branches just learning to sway.

Sometimes, we question why it has to be that way and finding the answer is always uncertain. and that it just simply has to be..