Whatever…

Irony…

It’s like a cold solid steel, with a polished clear surface, swishing pass your ear, just an inch away. You survived it, yet it made a mark.

It’s the eerie feeling of screeching metal, scratched together, a pitch incomprehensible, and yet understood.

It’s the cracking of a iron column, buckling due to its own weight, crashing down and burrying all in ruins.

"The secret to happiness is not doing what you love, but loving what you have to do"

"Life’s not a destination, but a journey"