One is a chasm... currently bound by the nature outside the 'fiction' we live. While the ever so graceful presence is direly missed and sometimes doubted, it is only a matter of time as one can hope that the return is just around the corner despite the days proliferating in non written tandems.
The other is a sullen reminder of statistics, the falling out of the 'fiction' we live. A convoluted expression that one trades with another; also a means of fallacy perhaps but to the others it is the best interest. Now the words of departure is as sullen as it is worth an apathetic response...
These are the days of the 'fiction' we live. Once there was two, then with an obstinate act of a miracle we became four. With a myriad of factors, it dissolves to the original two...
Is this the days of our future past? Is always proven that in the end it will only be the two? And while I hold no disdain with the idea of 'us' the way we are, I can't help to wonder, why is the possibility of the others being shadows so potent in this given moment? It would be behoove of me to do something in regards to its salvation, right?
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