Hate to have a thought on life. Because it goes on and on and on. Better to think on death. It is certain; just not gonna know when and how. Looking back, I see the childish me. Looking upfront, I try not to hope on things I am not capable of too much. But then it occurred to me that if I stop on taking chances to do things I never thought of doing; then it will be such a waste.
And blah blah blah I goes on blabbering. It is a never-ending list thinking about the future ahead. About those you are not certain about. The ones you have to make-up yourself pretty well before heading into them. And again and again the list goes on.
I told myself deep--'just a little more time, a little more hopes to crash and you gonna be fine'
For now; I'll just be good and nice.
Oceans and skies.
Failures and tries.
Please find me.
Reasons and excuses.
Miracles and changes.
I'm still wishing for all my wishes to come true;
because you raised the dead in me.