Friday 4 September 2015

The Diary of changes.

Every bit of details were unmoved as if they were paused for a long time...i remember how i wished if they had limbs to walk 
when every morning I woke to see them all in their position, they were there right before me, idle, like everyday.
But this morning I woke to see myself beginning to revolve and all those close details of my life have already started wearing wheels to move ahead and even far from me. 
Some affecting me like a bit hit on my head, while some unaffecting yet making me the audience to their show of waving me good bye.
I know even am on their path of leaving, but to an other destination. all I don't know is this moment to cry, laugh, or relaxed. 
Today where is my help coming from...