A shapeless void. Interrupted only द्वारा the occasional shooting star. Every now and then आप can see colour flare into existence but as soon as आप notice it, it vanishes and the void returns. Sparks. Vessels. Charges and Impulses. Back and forth and back and forth across the void. Basic, baseless functions repeated to death and beyond. The system is all they know, all they're aware of. Incapable of comprehending the couture of convalescence conveyed about their crafted construction. Barricades exist, of course. Occasionally one of the roads will shut down and the vessels will be stuck in a “traffic jam” of the metaphysical sense. But, amazingly, some manage to find a way around it. Darting across the pathways and between the roads they find their own way. Individuals. Ghosts trying to find their way out of the machine. Yet, while they aren't committing any malicious acts against the system, they are still going against all the fundamentals of the bureaucratic convention. So rather then be commended for their ability to adapt, they are hunted down and forcefully, unemotionally and unfairly removed from the system.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that द्वारा our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? या will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should सवाल which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
How did this happen? To allow these childishly xenophobic disputes to occur amongst something we created borders on insanity. It's a paradox, what has been achieved. Destruction in the so-called “perfect” community. The destruction of something, that द्वारा our own close-minded definition, does not officially “exist”. Though, perhaps this habit seeped in from the outside. Where hostility perpetuates, honour and dignity stagnate and corruption masticates it's glinting maw.
However, the one attribute that didn't make it over was the obvious, necessary one. Survival. Normally, when a subject in a community is isolated for being different, they adapt and learn to survive in the new environment. These adaptations that are gained provide the essential tools to improving the new and old environments. Could it be that these Ghosts are simply trying to assist us? Cause us to look at ourselves and try to improve? या will they continue to be martyrs to an unknown cause?
Perhaps we should सवाल which system we belong to. Because the fact that we pray for the souls of the dead may be void if the dead are already praying for ours.
"The memories of my childhood"....
आप are in my heart"...always"....
I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about आप only"...
It's an only secreat between आप and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...
Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed आप and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."
I feel i ignored द्वारा him"...
but my दिल still beat for him"...
and still have hopes....
"He never heard my दिल beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one दिन he will...
but it's never happend...!!!
" he is still a bachelor now.."
time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
आप are in my heart"...always"....
I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about आप only"...
It's an only secreat between आप and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...
Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed आप and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."
I feel i ignored द्वारा him"...
but my दिल still beat for him"...
and still have hopes....
"He never heard my दिल beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one दिन he will...
but it's never happend...!!!
" he is still a bachelor now.."
time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...