The ocean

It's funny. We've always thought that it would never happen. Easy to make, these promises. Hard to fufill. Within a matter of minutes, it was all over. And yet we have let go, because "sorry" is just simply a word. What is it supposed to mean exactly? Why is it that down this path, some people falter and aren't given the choice to continue, whilst others have no choice but to ditch?

*See, there's two lunatics who've just excaped from their asylum. They want to escape, apparantly. They get on to the roof successfully, and they see a narrow gap. The gap; it stretches away in the moonlight, stretching away towards freedom. One of the guys, he jumps across without any problem. But the second guy, he didn't dare to make the leap because he's afraid of falling. So the first guy has an idea "Hey! I have a torch with me! I'll just shine it across the gap so you can walk along the beam and join me!" But then the second guy shakes his head and replies "What do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn the torch off when I was half across!" *

We forgive. We forget. But in the midst of everything, I've just realized that I've never tried. Those left behind, is it justified that we forget them and move on? Is that what happens in the end; we just become broken memories of those around us? Undoubtedly, maybe this is what is supposed to happen as part of our journey; we scatter and carve our own paths independantly. All alone; we have lost so much for that, as the pieces of our memories slowly decay and we forget. Will we ever find our paths? This is why we reach out, always wanting to know; this curiousity is part of us, but we never seem to think the right questions. In the end, does somebody call our name, come to us, as we break into pieces?

*Maybe something will happen that will never happen or that's never happened before. Is that what brings us home?* If this is what a heart is, then it must be the heart that causes us such pain. It is because of the heart, that "goodbye, tranquility" must be said.