It's odd How magically the diary stays writing and getting new entries though it's occupant has passed.

It's odd that how randomly while passing by germany,  random guests off wind and chills fly by you,  along with the feeling of being stalked

It's odd that everytime you take a trip to france,  the place seems darker and more colder.

It's odd how someone can be watching over you everyday like an angel and you dont know it.

It's odd how You can just feel it. Deep inside someone is there. Constantly. Whether someone's out to kill you or a sudden feeling of safety. Their always there.

It's odd how easily a nation can be forgotten In society

It's odd that darkness Looms wherever you go

It's odd that the British are suddenly distant

Its odd that the world keeps spinning,  stopping for no one.

It's odd that
The world may never be the same

Why Is that?