Its been some time. I didn't do something. Something which it means to me something. For which I used to wake up whole night Unconditionally, without food, without water and without Loo break. The thing which surpasses all the limits of passion. Where strive used to drive me far away from the excuses. Where body never said no to hours of statue in the same pose.
And in the end..... I used to see a Morning, A morning of satisfaction. Not with results or achievements, whatever I achieve or I hadn't, but with myself. A morning, where my mother used to come with the love in her eyes, after seeing her boy consecrated. A morning, when the chirping of the birds by my windowpane used to be the bedtime song of mine.
Its been some time. I didn't do something.
And in the end..... I used to see a Morning, A morning of satisfaction. Not with results or achievements, whatever I achieve or I hadn't, but with myself. A morning, where my mother used to come with the love in her eyes, after seeing her boy consecrated. A morning, when the chirping of the birds by my windowpane used to be the bedtime song of mine.
Its been some time. I didn't do something.
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