First of all, I would like you to acknowledge that this post is pure random and you may come across some serious mood fluctuations because this is how the post is meant to be.
The summer of ’16 is a dream come true. Actually, a nightmare.
I won’t hesitate committing to that fact because as Earnest Hemingway once coined,” The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.”
I found exponential increase in the reasons in agreeing with the second part.
The days are not worth looking out for.
The sun is up high, soaring 104 in the afternoons. That’s equally comparing yourself with corns dancing in a microwave.
But still, I must confess, I don’t necessarily complain but just remarking and really remarking to highlight the situation.
The nights are erratic.
Terrace is full of air.
Like a train is coming from the tunnel in an underground subway.
It’s admant to take me somewhere to a better place.
The personal prioties are higher than ever before.
Just because the knots are so loosely done with the world that I can only decisively choose myself.
It’s not a declaration again.
Extensively glorified expression it is.
To let your eyes explore more words for not much crucial information.
Tomorrow, I believe is better.
Better than today.
Because with something newer comes belief.
And following a belief is good.
As good as living, I believe…