It's summer
Or winter
I know not
It's cold in the morning
But sunny during the day...
The caressing cold breeze
Brings in memories of the future...
Yet the sunny world outside
Burns my eyes with sleep...
The sluggishness of present living
Creeps and spreads through my body...
As I lay on the bed with cold stricken bed sheets
The winter brush of coldness
Strikes my mind with such a tremor
That arouses dead feelings and forgotten memories
Within me....
Each time it rises before me
like a dark dull cloud
Filling me with guilt, remorse, disgust, regret
And what not!
But I choose to relive them...
By confronting and facing....
Resignation to what has happened alone can help us survive the rough tides....
Thus the present gets brushed with memories of past and future....
How ironical...
We live in the present
But filled with thoughts of what's dead and not yet born...
Don't despise yourself....
Realizing this makes us
aware of how human we are.... At heart....
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