Saturday Morning Reflections: Twisted Horizons

The dead end may just be another turning point yet. The forgotten thoughts now buried deep in the subconscious may probably be filled with so much unrealised realities.

Nothing is ever as it seems. Everything seem to have a twist to it. Events never ever pan out as imagined. Thought patterns are always fleeting, aligning with whichever path best ensures survival.

Path’s are always alternating, jagged dots opening up to blurred lines. Echoes of faded skies permeates horizon veils.


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