Uh! My dreams?
My dreams, they are made of the skeletons of my piercing past.

My past?
My past was golden, and like all beautiful things, the memories of my past are oozing out like capturing water with bare hands.

My present?
My present Is entertained by the mystical mysterious tomorrow, floating on Cloud9, ignoring reality , as if consequences are on a permanent vacation or something.

My future?
My future scares me,
Excites me.
I am terrified yet cannot wait to turn on the page,
To the next chapter of my life.


© Chandreyee K.