Those who want to crib, are going to find things that make them sad.
Cynical people are going to find flaws.
Short tempered people are going to find things to be angry upon.
Bullies are going to find people who are submissive and make them feel like crap.
Hypocrites are going to be mean.
Happy souls will find a way to be happy.
I just want to be happy. I need to find medium to be and remain so. Instantly.
And this my dear, is a pretty powerful picture. I want to be able to implement it everywhere I intend to.
Until Next Time,
Hey. I happened to knock the door of my pseudo creative side today and this is what I came up with. Please don’t hate me after you read it?
I am the twinkle of your eye,
In your hands, I lie.
I am the custodian of your deepest secrets,
And the concierge to your untold regrets.
A few tales have been narrated time and again,
Some others suppressed by joy, by pain.
Together, we have seen and captured the prettiest of sites,
Trees, seas, smiles and bites.
You’ve sheltered me from wounds, words and scars,
You’ve never let me feel low, even in the midst of your mental wars.
Ever so proudly, me, you have always worn,
After all, I am your beloved phone.
Till Next Time,