Duality

Not everything that is broken can be fixed.

There isn’t enough glue or time to piece it all together.

Not all wounds heal with the passing of time.

Some will scar, some will fester, some will kill slowly.

There is no perfect life, no matter what we see in fiction.

Moments of both good and bad are all it really is.

But it doesn’t always have to work out, end happily, have a deeper meaning.

Sometimes it just is.

Life is nature. And nature doesn’t take sides, it just is.

Sunny days and deadly storms, the same face with different moods.

It really is indifference that I face. Something real I cannot see.