...Line...

There's this line. Sometimes it goes straight, sometimes it curves, sometimes there are kinks, and sometimes there are loops and spirals. Who made that line? Well, it has always been there in some shape and color. Some believe that it is due to the line that we are where we are. They say that we can always trust the line without a doubt. The line seems to be sacred to our kind. But I have my doubts. I have tried running along it. I have tried jumping around it now and then. I have tried running against it, and all sorts of things. I've heard others talking about it, debating it's importance. I've read about it's peaks and dead ends. The line is all too familiar to me. I can see it running all around through places and people. To me the line seems to be an escape route. And I don't want to escape easily to the end. So, what I'm gonna do is take the line shred it into small segments and points and paint myself a pretty picture.

Peace...

P.S. : After two months of coma my laptop finally got fixed.