Aren’t we all just ticking time-bombs waiting to go off?
One decision leads to the other, and you’re taken back by previous decisions. The ‘what ifs’ start populating your brain till you are frozen in disbelief, and you ask yourself ‘where is the way of life?’
Life ends with death, joy with sadness, but where does a lived life end?
Is it at the end of an experience, the end of great chemistry or at the douse of a fiery flame?
We cross some bridges and burn them down, we invest in these bridges and watch them turn to ashes then we stop living to question ourselves
Were these bridges meant to become ashes? Will we tick till we as well turn to the never ending surrounding ashes?
We all go off at some point, but do we get to decide how we go out? I am just fumbling for answers but I end up with more questions
Should I jump or is it worth walking the darkness? Over and over I am met with more questions.
Turn the knob down, pause all the sense, and wait for the implosion to come. You’ve got only one way out…
Wait for the boom.