A long stretch of corridor; the many rooms by its side. Staring at the door not far ahead, the memories starts filling in. Hidden regrets beneath that smile; will evrything be all right? As the cigerate burns, turning to ashes, nicotine comforts the mind, body and soul. Of nothing but wonders and dreams. The road ahead seems so uncertain. Whats beyond that door? Breathing, the inspiration fades away within that smoke whose presence is only but for a moment. All those regrets fell with the ashes. Maybe its time for another dream? The tiles on the floor danced elegantly;
when the wind blows, the rose withers yet its seed planted, awaiting a new birth. Every end may just be another beginning of seemingly another dream....
"In this given life, the blessings recieved by humanity are nothing more than empty promises of a virtual salvation made to believe its reality..."
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