Stream of Consiousness

Stream of Consciousness 

Was it correct on Rose's part to judge Scorpius by mere five minutes of their time together? Was it correct for Scorpius to not realize that he would have done the same thing if he was in her place?

Is it so difficult to put ourselves in others' shoes or get under their skin? Was it the inability that led to their further misunderstandings or is it a trick of fate to let all the fights surface first so there will be a smoother ride in their future?

The clatter of utensils and the whistling of the wind chimes, the tinkling of anklets, and the grumbling from my grandmother's throat. The world is full of color and beauty with eerie sounds and with even eerier thoughts.

It is true that a silent mind is a devil's workshop. Our demons cumber the world we see in scales of white and black with nothing other than clashes of light and night. Yet how can we see the world as nothing other than the myriad shades of grey with everything so full of

color?

The baby cries echo while the pains of the senile are muffled. The beginning is nothing but a sorrowful end while the ending is nothing but a beautiful start. Everything ends, life, the breath, and the light, and at the same time, everything comes alive from death, sigh, and dark.