let me tell you a story that was close to real but never was and never will happen. Leaving nothing but imprints for a future doctrine. Nothing but a tale that sprouted from an unknown subterranea. And by time, born its name. Though many claim its unexistence, those who’ve seen it would need not continue to believe. For what was once true could never be forever true. What was once alive could one day flick into its death. What was touched or seen could be but a hallucinatroy truth, a false dream or an imagination. Though parts of it may seem too surreal- too good to happen, too bad to transpire. In the midst of being witness, a feeler and a capturer of every dawn that was unexpected. What was once a part of a time line could only be the glacier. For there never was, there never will. There is ONLY the now, that I write this down hoping to make sense of a past that had forgone but hardly forgotten. For every person who would know the truth didn’t grasped the truth but only the air, breath and lucidity of it. For what was there, was hardly there.
they came from real emotions, real imagination, real creativity that gave life to what are figures and figurines. With the life that transformed the colors into a painting that moved and indulged laughter, tears, and a series of emotions. For the life that twirled the wheel into a transpiring cycle, a life-like world in ways defined by its painter.
This is a story of a love that reality might deny but dreams would never forget. It is a story of real time, real emotions and real people with real intentions. Though some would see it as a movie, plots are meant to change situations. For what happened within its plot, would affect the future. Things were never the same again after all of it begun. None has really confirmed its ending. If it ended in tragic or it ended in healing and that never ends anymore… For what could be written right now could be just a part of it. That what we don’t know could be known. What we knew could be altered by twists. What we thought we knew could turned out to be false. We can’t stop here. It’s never ending. It’s a story… that some may claim as false, unrealistic or too imaginative… The way some created real movies in real time setting. This was a story with pages that were unpredicted, unexpected and were bound to twist despite expectations in its design. What could be UNREAL wasn’t what had come to past but what would come ahead. It would be unreal to assume that someday, things would take a finer route, a grand twist for the better or for the lighter change of ways.
Some would see it as a time period that they wouldn’t count as part of the time line for it was consisting of NOTHING or too insignificant to its prime purpose. But some wouldn’t see it as empty. Some would see it as story of someone’s life on a subterranea… Who knows if it was really true or if it was a denied truth. But one thing, it was never FALSE, it was never a LIE, it was never made. Every tear that fell was built from real motives that radicated real emotions. Every gratitude was out of sincere thanksgiving. Every regret was out of sincere hopeless reason of one’s unleaving ego. Every affection was out of real motive whether positive or unjust. Every thing was done out of reality.
In a mountain land of greatness, of perfect nature, of unsurmountable dreams, great heights, uncountable seas and unlimited imagination of sharing the great perfection of the world. And perhaps there could never be that lasting perfection. In our eyes, we could someday see black, nullness and even nihility. We may stop seeing the colors, the painter must’ve lay down the brush. Not that the painting came undone.
It’s just up to YOU, other people, to be the judge of it… If this story was ever false, worth it or not…
