This baby step from undulation
How about that for progress?
Perhaps it doesn't really matter if we get to be friends or not. It's just that, let's put it behind.
It's just that of course, I still miss you sometimes. Of course, I still think of you sometimes. Of course, I still wonder if I could ever get over it, over you. It's just that I wonder if I could see anyone again, if it's not you. Or who you used to be.
But, all those superficialities. Could end up to be a fresh new ground. Except was that a sincere attempt from you? Or did technology outwit you, outbeat you and sent that request on its own impulse?
This baby step, to them; but a tremendous one for me. Or is it the other way round?
I learnt of undulation. But still conclude that life's a bad joke. Thankfully, I have friends who laugh along with me. Almost all the time.
How about we laugh about it too and just go along with the flow of this unstoppable river? Wasn't that what we have been doing the past year? Or was that river chocked up by a tall and difficult dam?
How about we not think too much about it, and just indulge in the superficialities of it? After all, maybe life is just one big facebook and we are all just profiles. So said, me, the pot.
Perhaps it doesn't really matter if we get to be friends or not. It's just that, let's put it behind.
It's just that of course, I still miss you sometimes. Of course, I still think of you sometimes. Of course, I still wonder if I could ever get over it, over you. It's just that I wonder if I could see anyone again, if it's not you. Or who you used to be.
But, all those superficialities. Could end up to be a fresh new ground. Except was that a sincere attempt from you? Or did technology outwit you, outbeat you and sent that request on its own impulse?
This baby step, to them; but a tremendous one for me. Or is it the other way round?
I learnt of undulation. But still conclude that life's a bad joke. Thankfully, I have friends who laugh along with me. Almost all the time.
How about we laugh about it too and just go along with the flow of this unstoppable river? Wasn't that what we have been doing the past year? Or was that river chocked up by a tall and difficult dam?
How about we not think too much about it, and just indulge in the superficialities of it? After all, maybe life is just one big facebook and we are all just profiles. So said, me, the pot.
