I realized that I have been satisfied for some time now. Satisfied with people around me. Satisfied with what I do and what happens to me. In a way it's only acceptance. But
I know you care
I know you care
Clinging to me Like a last breath you would breathe You were like home to me I don't recognize the street Please don't close your eyes Don't know where to look without them
The perfect balance
The perfect balance
Staring away in to the distance, catching glimmers of lights being dragged around. Everything looks random at first. It takes the calmness of a tired idler to spot the uniformity of everything around.
On strange waters
On strange waters
It's funny how I sailed in waters unknown, reaching far corners, gathering feelings and experiences, wound up back in home waters, now unknown to me. It is as if life is telling me
Floating burdens
Floating burdens
Another misty morning dawned with a loose ambition. Stepping out of my house I wonder what my parents' perception of me is. It's not so difficult to guess but I have a hard
My precious
My precious
I don't think my mother will live long enough to see her grandchildren. I fear that she wouldn't even be at my wedding. Or my convocation. Knowing her liver's condition I fear for
Maturing
Maturing
It's a wonder how maturity comes over so fast. You live all your childhood in school. Living a life of a kid unaware of any adversities of the surroundings. You live a life
An unacceptable convergence
An unacceptable convergence
I've been thinking about something lately. Doing all these things that I do, I hardly receive any appreciation. Is that the reason why I resent everything that I have and what I do?
Slipping back
Slipping back
My mind doesn't run off to the far corners of oblivion anymore as I stare at this ceiling which is only a painting of my imagination to compensate for the lack of visibility.
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