I hate to consent to this but I seem to have profound thoughts, relating to nothing but merely the voyage of life, on a daily basis. But then again, it should be something that I’m pleased of.
really, I’ve engaged myself to reflections for the past few hours, summarizing sole conclusions on my thoughts. The past had yet to last, a little time for reflection, reminding myself repeatedly of simply how blessed life has been.
What I’d seen had transformed into memories, which through time, changed from the present to the past tense. Yet hitherto, certain details of life would somehow relate to that matter.
I had broadened my sight, unbolted no-entry accesses in mind and released every grief held back.
Gladly declaring, I’d survived!
