The lines below define my time in the most recent past, past that could have held a lot of truth to it; but for reasons beyond human understanding, this past wasn't just meant to be mine...but yeah, no regrets; I love each and every bit of it; and thanks to whom so ever for giving me these.
This is again the same thought,
the same reason,
its reminding me of moments...
moments that I cherish yet struggle to remember
moments that define me
moments that tell me...life moves on
what remains is/are moments...
and the thought that someone should come from somewhere
some voice should beckon me too...
& the thought continues..
I will always love this past and love the reason behind it; for what ever it has given me and for what ever it has made me into.