I liked your philosophical prose about time, and where one fits in it as far as being a part of the universe. The ever-present celestial bodies of brightness and mystery, hold much fascination for the human mind. It's very vastness can overwhelm yet hold a personal place in ones mind, because astronomy and astrology bewilder, and entice thought. Thus, we are but a speck in comparison to the universe and very finite in both life cycle and grandeur. Thus, our daily struggles, wars and terrible destruction, still gets lost in the hugeness of the universe.
Observations:
"There is [are] still many people left in this world who desires for[who have a desire for] darkness to envelope[envelop] them and show them how shattered pieces flow in the stream of blood and tears."
"A short life and the survivors says[say]- [it] is still a good life my friend."
"The fighters those combats against the same battle every single day so much that the war itself becomes a void." Awkwardly stated. TRY:They fought those combats in the same battle each day, to the extent that the war itself became void.
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