Poetic Earth

All of my life, I walked around with ideas floating in and out of my head. I might have written a few down, but most slipped, only to fade away.

Where and who I might have been may have been different. But the life I live now, I wouldn’t change, not if even given an instant.

You see, the universe has a funny way of showing us our truest nature. For what could have been yesterday, today has no place for.

So I carry my notebook and pen down my thoughts. Letting the guilt of what could have been, begin the process of rot.

If you’re on the edge of giving up, or think it’ll never be you. Just remember that what you wish for is also on the verge of becoming ever true.