I am realising new things about me everyday. I am not a success as I think. I am not great as some say. I am not good as I want others to believe. I am a lost soul in a sea of faces. I have lost faith in myself. I don't know why I am drifting along. I don't know why I am playing my part. I don't know why I am keying this in. I don't know why you should be reading this. If I knew, then I won't be doing this I promise. I will be reading your mind. I will be predicting the future. I will be the one who knows it all.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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