Endurance

In those tranquil waters, there often emanated and departed those twisters and swirls, out of nowhere so as to nowhere.

Laterally with the swamping tides, there heaved along with some souls of varying radiances.

Apart from the miniature riot, once again it all went still all of a sudden.

Not any interludes are humble enough, to let us see and understand the environment, as it kept on confronting surfs and drifts as truths and dares.



Truth stands as whatever the intensity of unease there is, it isn’t an act to survive the high waves.

It isn’t a tactic enough to surf high in those coerce liquids.

Then, the optimal that’s left, is to face the uncertainties, only so that you come out those rampages as another day on your reality.

It’s impelling how life plays, but stunning too.