We are all separate and apart.
We are each and one another.
Some days we may not know who is who.
Who's and whose.
Some days we are confused and others are left within dreams.
Clouds in the sky keep moving, but there are those that seem to watch over you from above forever.
I don't know the answers; hell, only God knows.
Things change.
Some things never change.
Some stay as memories. Some are cast away like a stone in the deep blue of the ocean.
Friends come and go.
People come and go.
People play games.
A few of them stare from the outside and only peek inside.
Must we think like so?
Must we toil in the darkness of being lost. Never knowing if we're in the game or watching.
If we've been cast aside or treasured; moved along or stayed on a moment; wondered who we are or where we belong.
This is life isn't it?
These questions - these quests are nothing but what is in front of us.
This is the adventure we live all day. Every minute, every tear, and every time.
We don't even know if death will take us to the answer.
Perhaps the problem is unsolvable.
Nothing is ever solved from walking away, there is nowhere else to run.
Life is a circle in which we are all bound to.
Yet we are all separate and apart. Tied to one another in our own chains.
We are forever confused and wandering the path we know. The things we trust. The people we love.
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