The Choices.

Sometimes,You have an idea,Of how you want things to be,Of what you want from life,Of what you need to do ahead. Sometimes,You have answers,To all your your questions, To all doubts that plague,To every puzzle ever made. And sometimes,You are able to see,The glitters of the day,The light beyond the sunset,The odds fusing together. But …

The Chances.

Not every tale is a best seller, not every best seller is a classic, and we all know perfectly well that there are millions of stories out there that never reached "the End."

Dear Time,

Time does heal everything, but can we not be a part of the process? Can we not take some steps on our own, choose the right pieces to help time on it's wonderful task? Why shall we wait and watch while time plays it's wonderful magic on us?