the ever familiar sound of comfort, soothing to the ears, laden with memories, reminiscent of the times that flew past that we thought hadn't mattered that much but now, every second of our yesterdays make us up for who we are.

it has slipped off my mind of how anger could erupt from hearing a voice so soothing and innocent. all that was in my head was how back then everything felt so right, I couldn't have asked for something more perfect.

sweet memories be told, now we're left with the bitter after taste, not of the bad memories - sad to say, there were none to cause us to leave; but of the fact that staying together is just not possible because there were too many sacrifices to make, too many chances to risk, too many risks to brave through - it all felt like we were teetering on a fine line between determining our own fate and fate of god itself.

it came to a point where nothing fall naturally anymore like the fall foliage of autumn flowing gently to meet the moist ground. it feels like we're constantly underwater, struggling just to keep our heads above the surface, and at the same time fighting against the pressure of the currents and waves.

and, of course, we all know the unpredictability of sea water. yet, we love the sea because of the same reasons - the challenge and the danger. but after some time, it gets too hard to even stay afloat.