Perhaps we are all
travelers of time. Dreaming of
the future, reminiscing into
the past, sometimes
forgetting to live the present out
to the full. Why do we often neglect
what is here,
what is now?

Perhaps we are all
travelers of time. Dreaming of
the future, reminiscing into
the past, sometimes
forgetting to live the present out
to the full. Why do we often neglect
what is here,
what is now?
You are my weak spot and happy pill. I barely know how to resist you nor can I ever deny you. I can’t keep a grudge on you for too long. But then there are days when you frustrate me, devastate me, and I try to rack my brains as to the what, the why, the how did I ever fall for you in the first place?
But even after my emotions go plummeting down, one dose of you and I’m up above the clouds again.