West

One thing is certain at hand; time is never kind. This it the end bit of all bittersweetness, I guess, where you kind of just slouch at a nook and look through the slightest possibilities of what-if's or should-have's. Or shouldn't-have's. And as you lie in bed tonight you would wonder what tomorrow will bring, bending off the harsh knocks of reality for just a while. It was a good two weeks. One that never once prompted me to scream regret over the things I had done. And for some strange reason, the inner pessimist in me is just being so positively playful nowadays...


I find serendipity so yummy. Funny, I don't know why.