its a bad thing to end good things. and then it happens very often. so often that u get into the habit of ending it as soon as u get it started. i cud end this post right here and prove my point. but. i hate doing this. most of the times. but that’s what makes a good thing good. like that smell of a fresh pizza out of a coal oven, with its crust thickened and colored in a #C5A21, or that sound of a water evaporating over burning wet wood on a sizzler pan. it’s short. and that makes it good. the sound. only. but for me, time will define goodness. be it delicious food that lasts for 5 minutes, a football game of 90 minutes, or a bottle of beer that lasts for only about 30 seconds. somethings are best when they last the shortest duration. ooo.. even that 30 seconds of bang bang. power bang. that’s what i convince them with. or maybe like jimi and curt, who did their bit, real well. in their tiny lives. packed. punched. and weird. they’re all gone. but that goodness which lasted only an instance will keep them here. even now. even later in the evening. because it’s in your brain. already. like sparks which will ignite more substance then titanium melting in a hot furnace. short sparks. enough. a lightening. short. very. powerful. very very. strange things will be short. too.

