Its amazingly soothing when you gaze at rain. It brings back memories. Everytime. Sometimes, a question arises, if only we could go back in time. But just like the rain, memories are beautiful and soothing but gets lost as soon as you realize the parched reality.
I have been plagued by thoughts which I dont have answers to. Sometimes, maybe answers are not what I am looking for. Maybe its the questions. I am looking for questions that has never been asked. We always look for a way out, a solution. Maybe we should start living our questions and let the answers take care of itself. If the answers are inevitable, then we shouldn't really worry about it. I want to just live my questions and maybe when its time, i will have my answers.
For now, I just want to watch the miracle drops tap dancing on my window pane and relax my mind and take me back in time to the memories I want to relive and cant and ponder why I cant. There is a pleasure in being able to be in our memories secretly, already knowing the consequence. Maybe we can actually go back...or maybe its just a memory.
I have been plagued by thoughts which I dont have answers to. Sometimes, maybe answers are not what I am looking for. Maybe its the questions. I am looking for questions that has never been asked. We always look for a way out, a solution. Maybe we should start living our questions and let the answers take care of itself. If the answers are inevitable, then we shouldn't really worry about it. I want to just live my questions and maybe when its time, i will have my answers.
For now, I just want to watch the miracle drops tap dancing on my window pane and relax my mind and take me back in time to the memories I want to relive and cant and ponder why I cant. There is a pleasure in being able to be in our memories secretly, already knowing the consequence. Maybe we can actually go back...or maybe its just a memory.