Saturday, January 31
Libra.
The fluidity of emotion. It's probably one of the most intriguing things about the human mind. So many things to think about, so many things to hear, so many things to say. If only our thoughts could be heared by everyone else. Wouldn't the universe be a more interesting place? Denial, prejudice, misjudgement - all things which occur as a result of the clandestine nature of the human brain. All of them will cease to exist, at least, not as they are now. How many friends will be lost, how many strangers will become family, how many secrets will become truths - or lies?
But then. If the universe were to become such a place. There would be nothing left to hide. Nothing left to argue about, nothing left to feel secretly insecure with. And nothing left to buffer the sharpness of the acid tongue. The universe would then be a very shallow place to live in. Once an ocean pours out, what's left is a dry seabed; uncovered, yet, so dry, so subtance-less.
Maybe, the ocean should stay.
--wan.
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