Railway Bridge

And the sun shone on the water surface,making it look like liquid fire.Its flames gently licking the soft sand and the breeze washing our faces with its soothing sensations.

The world at that moment was a silent symphony,a beautiful melody.The sounds of the waves like thousand singing angels and the whoosh of the breeze a shout of freedom.This is what life feellike,constantly moving,never stationary.It's never a phase but always a process.

It's a beautiful oxymoron,a funny contradiction.It's a bundle of joy,a sea of sadness,it's everything yet nothing.We are an important part of it,yet we are nothing to it.We're a minuscule change that keeps everything constant,a paperweight that makes everything move haphazardly once we're gone.

We are the nothings that are made from everything.The world is the everything that is made from nothing. Amongst unanswered questions and confusing answers,we may or may not find ourselves.

This whole life is but a quest of who we are and what we are meant to do.