Sometimes you don’t really know where you going, but you just walk anyway.
Sometimes there’s no other option. Everything looks in its place but doesn’t give that content. Your past relations weaken, you’re constantly confused with the new ones and again, you just go, you don’t really know where but you go.
We can’t quite in between.
But, can we?
Do we want to?
Even if we get to the extremes there is a thought what will my loved ones or people think after you die?
Does context gives birth to reality.
Am I talking absurd.
Whatever your opinion is, tomorrow, we both will go on;
We don’t really know where we are going, but we’ll just walk anyway.