Putting and end to a story has proven a difficult task than expected. For it seems too mortal on a conceptual front. Too final. Life is final but words are immortal. They live on and carry their weight, convey the emotion they were intended with, almost like forcing empathy on the reader. They begin to see what the reader thought and felt. But at any rate, like all tales, it seems fitting to put a happy ending to this story, although it still lives on but I have optimism beaten into me like a sledgehammer. In the manner of every mortal, you can’t help but look in hindsight and marvel at the opportunities that you made use of, or be regrettable about the things that could have been done differently, words, that could’ve been left unspoken or smiles, that could’ve been shared more often. We are helpless in this perpetual motion of thoughts that plague our minds, no matter how hard we try to swat them away. It will always be there – the past. All we can do is make amends and be more forgiving to ourselves. In all honesty, if you ask me, what would I had done differently, had I any chance; nothing, I would say, for it has made me the man I am today. Every action, every word, every thought has made me. And it isn’t as bad as it could’ve been. So, here’s to life and the ones yet to come!

'Smile', is what everyone says

To convince themselves

That your sun hides just

an inch below the horizon

Waiting to shoot above into the sky

With vigour

And its only a matter of a sly smile

And you'll be back

To their meadows of dandelions and hay

And you know it

In your heart

The way up there

Isn't very long or exasperating

Its the 'getting up and ready' part

that's testing.

So, you give it a try

And another

And another

And you realize

There's a weight holding you down

Its tempting to shove it of

But the gravity is an old friend

you're not ready to leave.

It rained today

But it fell differently.

The drops looked for

the same skin

that they grazed ever so often,

the eyebrows that arched with joy

at the slightest darkening of the sky,

the hair that were set free

to bask in the divinity of these

creatures of brevity.

But

all they found

was

apathy.