Running out with time.
I feel like being a romantic chic at times. Love is the child of curiosity and father of depression. I would love to say a ‘NO’ to its proposal. Let it be a single parent.
We make the uncertain certain. We get so busy in perfecting our lives, careers, routines that we keep on wearing costumes. It is important to have courage to be imperfect, to stand on our thoughts even though they might be wrong for the world.
I have a different view regarding the mess I have created or was already there in my life. I have never been a constant person or maybe I have because change is the only constant. My mind is a disaster embracing the beauty of massacre occurring there.