Men and women are mere wanderers, lost souls, walking around aimlessly, but unconscious of their goal. To find the perfect someone, who yearns for her just the way she does for him. To talk unstoppably, to be wild in the glory, to understand and to unmask the realities of life. To devour the characters of everyday in their social banter, they seek solace. The stories they could tell of people and places, of characters, of bedtime stories. How they would marvel and find the company untiresome, but wholesome in all its content. To feel at peace and hold on to that perfect harmony.
The times when people don't let go is when they realise how much one individual means to them, a sudden epiphany that tells them the value of that moment. An insistence, a revelation among individuals, entwined hands come together to never let go.
There's a whole world out there. It's waiting to be unraveled.
