I don't have what to say and what to write.
Because, when clouds of confusion obscure your intuition, you cannot discover an obstinate attitude. And right now, this is what my predicament is. The brief fantasies blur my vision and my direction.

Latterly, I recognized that I'm an amateur with wings attached to my heart. The constant torrent of thoughts flows through my mind.
Just like a river, I perceive my density. I can see an ocean is waiting for me, but the journey... it's hectic. I know I need to flow through the mountains, striking the hurdles, sparkling back the sun rays, between the steep sides. The deviations and lethargy are impediments in my course. A small crosscut in my way can slide me into a pothole. And the scorching sun makes it hardscrabble.
Even so, I'm unstoppable.

I'm suspicious that I might become a creeper. And creepers of a plant always needed a support throughout their growth. If they don't get a motivational pole, all their prosperity comes complex and futile. With oodles of objectives, I have been fighting with myself to flow in one path. But the choices and fluctuations perpetually there to resist me. I'm scared. In the offing, all my dexterity becomes aimless and remains to the earth, just like the creepers.

Sometimes, In life we all crave for a time off from the loyal calendar. Because, when you don't realize what to do where to go, you freeze in your quest. So, you require space to sway and incline yourselves in a solitary lane.
I, too, need a break from the theories of my destiny, from the friendship of my journey. Though I can take it, I can't really away from the concerns, but the schedule. For a moment, I yearn for an emptiness fills in my soul. For a flash I wish to live with no desires, no hunting, no regrets.






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