What’s my life been like?
Did it come as a hurricane ? just to destroy everything that came in its laps, with few people to remember me, and more to forever hate me or was it be like azure ocean ? Beautiful, majestic yet inherent with turmoil, whosoever sees and knows creating a bit of awe and fear or was it just a book that was never opened ? never read and yet occupied coveted slot that left no impression yet fitted with decor, that touched not a soul yet hovered around their existence? Maybe...Maybe it is a combination of the above, with serenity of gentle, comforting touch and gasps of indifference, intolerance when I pass this earth and look back from up above I know they have forgotten me but for sure they would let me sneak in their mind