Wonder

Most of the people I know are always on-line, always in the rush. Is there a time when they stop and just stare on the night sky?

The sky is my solace, the night my refuge

Especially now that time seems to flash by,

Too fleeting to be grasped by the moment.

Sometimes I wonder if people stop for a while

And look up to the skies

Instead of rushing from one thing to another.

I hope they realize that the Present has always been by their side,

Patiently waiting for them, assuring them that things are well

For the Past is only filled with regrets

And the future is yet to unfold.

While I may never truly understand why people are always like leaves:

Carried aimlessly by the breeze, helplessly being controlled by its empty carresses

I shall remain glancing at the skies:

Wondering. Whispering. Waiting.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J.Arthur.B]

an inside text which eventually will lead to your character. that's what your are building now.

trust me I've been there because we always there

[Litheos Ennius Taruc]

Hi arthur. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Yup, I believe I'll eventually get there, in due time. :-)