Some days…

On some days everything gets so messed up that I fail to step out of bed. And, on some days I get up before sun arrives, listen to music, walk around, talk about human emotions, dreams, the purpose of life, moon, rain, poetries. Sometimes I become the best version of myself. Since some days I’m in bed contemplating about my decisions and waiting for miracles. I am naive, to an extent that I sleep with a hope to wake to witness a miracle, And mature to an extent to understand the depth of life and practicality like no other can. I know a lot about life, people and emotions. I know which dream will come true, who will stay and what will work out. But despite all the knowledge, I destruct myself sometimes because maybe, just maybe; to know to everything, to express everything, to feel everything is also a curse…💫

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