It suddenly hit me hard. I haven't been writing poems. I miss doing so. But I lack the time to sit down and ponder about what to write. Days have been such a rush that I can't even take time off to think things thru.
It will be over soon enough. I need to persevere.
These days I'm never looking forward to the weekends. It's such a dread. I have my reasons.
Fizah
I do things my way.
So don't stop me.
Don't be afraid to make a wrong move.
Because life has a funny way of making all things wrong seem right.
Memories don't do us much good.
It becomes of a burden as we age.
