I guess life is like the night-time sky... You never know what it will throw at you. As I sit here and look up, I see the flickering form of a storm sliding away. Lightning thrashes the clouds and thunder anounces the battle taking place up in the sky. As each flash of lightning leaps across the sky, I can not help but to think that they bear the likeness of truths. Each one showing its self to breifly that if you blink, you could miss it.
The thunder takes a whole different point, angry rummbles seem to boom out, "Listen to me, I am important!" As the thunder compliments lightning, rumer compliments truth. They all throw themselves out there, each claiming to be the best, while truth peeks through the backround, displaying a beauty yet to be matched by juicy gossip or boisterous noises.
It is easy to say which sounds brighter and which sounds more crude, but for the people who are blind to the truth, gossip rings like thunder.
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