The extraordinary would one day become the ordinary.
So, what a ordinary world we live in, blessed indeed in peaceful, soothing existence. A little excitement once in a while, nothing too outlandish, nothing that can break the routine.
Life reminds me of physics lab: all the points waver about the graph paper but ultimately, there's a best fit line, which resembles the stability of life. If there's one point out of range, we sneakily rub it off and fake a result, making our line, well, best-fit.
Things that count. Things that make life a little more special. Things that make life a little less lonely. Forgotten things.
Sometimes I wonder if I truly understand what they are, or am I just a forgetful, insolent receipient.
So, what a ordinary world we live in, blessed indeed in peaceful, soothing existence. A little excitement once in a while, nothing too outlandish, nothing that can break the routine.
Life reminds me of physics lab: all the points waver about the graph paper but ultimately, there's a best fit line, which resembles the stability of life. If there's one point out of range, we sneakily rub it off and fake a result, making our line, well, best-fit.
Things that count. Things that make life a little more special. Things that make life a little less lonely. Forgotten things.
Sometimes I wonder if I truly understand what they are, or am I just a forgetful, insolent receipient.
