And the guitar cried

I don't feel at ease. There is tension everywhere. When it is exposed or touched, it is rather overwhelming. Instead of it being painful, it is rather beautiful though. Like a dragon fly breaking the surface tension of the water, like the amateur guitarist learning to play a tune.

It's as if we have waited this long for a grand opening. Or rather, soon or later a finale.

You think it's the start and it's an ending for something else. We are constantly starting and finishing. Never the same. The process is quite minute hence without an incredibly sound observation, this can never be seen or heard. We are consisted of many short stories, not a great one novel. Everyone has billions of stories and that makes one's life and those lives make the great novel. The history.