As if someone has planted you deep inside my conscience; every morning you wake me up without exceptions. Your fragrance breeze around each and every edge of the existence and refill my fondness to go on with my endless devotion. Purpose has never been so defined and pleasant; you continue to stay without being around. I am like a little boy running all over and you as a light showing me the way back home.
I know life is not a dream; but all I learned throughout this journey is that we have two choices how to look at life
- The way it wants to show you.
- The way you want to see it.
I embrace the second thought. I do not see empty glass as a disappointment, rather celebrate it as a freedom; now I can fill it with my flavor.
My all time dream is to breach the security line of your thoughts so that I can see what you think of me; want to understand the mechanism functioning to dominate my continuation.
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