There is a fine line between denial and faith. And now I am placed on that line. It's the most absolute thing I have ever seen. Transitionary though. But absolute. And as I inch from one side to another, from denial to faith, I can see why. Why. Hence I shant ask anymore.
It's a trick of truth, how you can see it all when realism touches you. Things that either pessimism or optimism always hide.
And realism comes to you, when you turn twentyfour in a dark room, alone.
Thank god, you can see enough of the ashtray, in the glow of the cigarette butt.
Else life would have been set afire long ago.
Hence, the faith. Instead of denial.