Contradicting my own post…
Quoted: “There’s nothing permanent in this world but changes”
A hostile question is that why is it called permanent if it’s changing.
Things have been abruptly mutating, it’s putting up a curse and I can hardly believe it. Every piece seems to disburse quickly as it astonishes the site of a gentle air breeze of the night.
I come surging in with moon feeling its emptiness though it is compassionately with all the million of glimmering stars. It seems so helpless even if there’s a bounty of abet all a round. I can’t help but to be a complement. As I stand a gazed on it I instinctively hear a sound. They sing me the words of a far-off language. I started to wonder as it leads me to the answer. Now I know what they mean but after the long trail I don’t know why I still choose to be deaf. They keep on hurling things I do discern even before but up to now I want it, repudiated.
I still hope I did believe what the moon says. But how can me if it’s still permanent opposing all the changes. ! even if its with all the effort.