Threshold.

Things people say are hard to take in sometimes. They seperate one from reality and imagination, thus giving them choices...too many choices. Maybe they are not being serious. Maybe it wasn't what they want to say, or what they feel.

Tonight was something like that.

An inability to conceive a person's perspective over something, and the ability to ruin someone's life. The inability of a person to talk to his dearest friend, the ignorance of a friend towards that person. A normal person has a threshold regarding these matters; it's just how you would overcome it, and level it out.

Apparently M does not feel that his threshold is high enough for today. The level was too high for him to overcome, yet it still persists.

The ignorance of a person aches an overlooking heart, whilst the background perceiving another divided relationship between the heart and that person, knowing that person was already looking somewhere else, somewhere in a different sky...a sky not same as his.