He's unlike most of the people his age,his worries rarely include "love problems" and even when they do there's more than that.If he were to write down every thought and draw every picture that comes thru his mind,he'd fill thousand of pages...that on an easy day.There's times when he feels cursed,times when he wishes he'd be dumber...cause maybe then he'd stop making so many connections,filling in so many scenarios and capturing so many shots.At the end of the day though,he knows that's not a curse but rather a gift..and sooner or later he'll find a use for it.
"Sooner or later",those words don't seem to make him gain any hope,but time is relative.We seem to seek for the next and just look back on the previous,which is normal cause the way we perceive time is only as a unidirectional constant on which we have no control.As we know it,it only goes on way and the backwards button does nothing more than replay for as long as there's memories.
The rain drops fall on the ground but they can never go upwards.The smoke once out of the cigar it can never go back.Ashes will never return to their previous form no matter the origins,alike the humans which,once the metamorphosis with the earth is done they cannot separate from earth ever again.
Some of us are still waiting for the day time changes direction...hope is essential in our existence.PS:I deviated from the track on the second part,hope that doesn't make it confusing.Love,Just!
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