These are some random thoughts..
Sometimes
I close my eyes
And wonder
What life would be
If things were different
If I lived
In a different time
A different place...
Would I still be
the same
Or would I be
Different too?
Would life be happier
Filled with more joy?
Or would it be
complex,
With darker mysteries
Hidden in its depths?
1 comment:
damn easy write when you are depressed and damn dangerous as well as you end up magnifying every speck of sorrow till it engulfs you totally and you turn out to be some freak who doesnt want to be happy just because she cant be happy and her mind wont let her be so.we all can write,at any given time,but it doesnt mean that you must write,therein lies the fundamental difference between ability and need to do something,which mankind will not realise until its too late.
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