I guess we are who are for a lot of reasons and maybe we'll never really get to know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still decide where to go from here. It's hard when things change and friends leave and when we realise that our journey doesn't stop when we want it to. Someday all these pictures will become old photographs and we'll all become wrinkly and grey. But right now, these moments aren't stories, they're happening, this is our life. I was looking at her, and she was looking at me, and even if I didn't understand how something so horrible could happen to someone so pure, I still thought she was so beautiful. When she said goodbye I had a feeling she said it for the last time and while I'd collapse if that were true, I know deep down inside that even after everything, we are infinite.
I hate how life sometimes forces you to grow up. How it manipulates, construdes and weaves the fabrics of our existence. I hate how it seems to have a will, an agenda and always a lesson to teach. I hate how it can burst from colours yet be void dark at the same time. I hate how it conjures conflict and among it, seems to plant seeds of future love. I hate how it's always so light yet always too much to bear. I hate how it's unfair and how it enforces justice. I hate how much I hate it and I hate how much I don't hate it even one bit, not even a fraction, not even at all.
