Never could you give me anything that I would fly away with. Now that m gone with the wind, I wish I wasn’t uprooted . All we can pray for now is that may this time be on a loop and it restarts soon and if it doesn’t, then I hope that one day you have another flower to spread it’s fragrance in your life and that time, just water it a bit more, smile at it, let some sun shine and keep it alive! Because that flower won’t tell you how much it hurts when you pluck that damn petal or when you don’t care, but it feels and keeps it within. That feeling kept within can sometimes become a fatal disease.
Well, in the end haven’t we blamed time in the days of failure?
Now, when you think of it, if time gets the responsibility of the good and the bad in our life, shouldn’t we believe that karma will get to him (it) too someday?
I know if we’ve to believe in all this, we’d also have to agree on the fact that it has been way good to us, but then, time has been bad too. In other words it has sinned, hasn’t it?
May be, on the day of judgement, there’d be someone who’d have written all his sins on a paper of humanity and we’d witness
the great case of time