Friday False Narrative

Your mind drifted with the wind. Today she wither away from the deep-rooted thought that planted far in the sea. Your choice of words never sounds comfortable. Never bring tranquility or soothe her teary eyes.

But you can be you and allow yourself to see the truth. Don’t be sad. You will never find freedom if you not see how her eyes stare at you with admiration.

This journey is far yet short, so run.

Days are just days

Sometimes in seconds, sometimes in years. Hikma of everything will come to you unexpectedly. In the best time.

There’s a beauty in passing memories. In the act of forgetting and growing.

Days are just like the other days.

You don’t have to process all details in life. Sometimes ignorance will bring you happiness.

More happiness than daydream can offer.

Cool, isn’t it?