And even if my paths are still undefined and my dreams unclear, or that my heart is still hurt and my feelings bare, I will give myself to the spirits that rule the world. I will take a deep breathe and prepare to fall. There exists a surprising joy in not knowing. Where nothing is sure, anything can happen. Perhaps, that's why they have it called as a 'leap of faith'.
Who knows where we head tomorrow?
Today is the day. So many emotions, so many thoughts. What I ran away from is now what I want. What I thought I was in dire need of, came out to be just a game of time. Unpredictable is life and everything that's in it. How merrily I had laughed when I was young. The years only added insecurities. Wish Life had a 'pause' button! Just to jump across those walls again, to roam the streets of my little town or play till it's night. Past, they say, is a good place to visit but not to stay.
When did I grew up?
Oh, I have not still.
Butterflies still catch my attention and I still talk to 'non-living' things. I am still the child that I was. I just learnt to cover myself up. The world is too dangerous to show your true colours, I have learnt. Strange that everyone preaches that one should be real and then, hates you for being so. Reality has sharp edges, it might hurt. Fiction and fantasies are the curves of ocean waves. You might get lost in them. But remember, they are salty. For they are made of tears which came at the realisation that none of it is going to happen. And still oddly, there is a voice in you that says "who knows!"
Who knows where we head tomorrow?
Today is the day. So many emotions, so many thoughts. What I ran away from is now what I want. What I thought I was in dire need of, came out to be just a game of time. Unpredictable is life and everything that's in it. How merrily I had laughed when I was young. The years only added insecurities. Wish Life had a 'pause' button! Just to jump across those walls again, to roam the streets of my little town or play till it's night. Past, they say, is a good place to visit but not to stay.
When did I grew up?
Oh, I have not still.
Butterflies still catch my attention and I still talk to 'non-living' things. I am still the child that I was. I just learnt to cover myself up. The world is too dangerous to show your true colours, I have learnt. Strange that everyone preaches that one should be real and then, hates you for being so. Reality has sharp edges, it might hurt. Fiction and fantasies are the curves of ocean waves. You might get lost in them. But remember, they are salty. For they are made of tears which came at the realisation that none of it is going to happen. And still oddly, there is a voice in you that says "who knows!"
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