I’m, as usual, busy with work, and I’m somehow not able to put down my thoughts here these days. Confused
I’m kinda happy with the way my life’s moving, but I feel like adding more spice to it. Maybe, I want to remove a couple of things, rather than add to it. Thinking
But then I feel that life’s a perfect recipe and if I add/remove something, I’ll spoil it. Tongue out
Yesterday, I wished I were a plant. I thought it’d be interesting. But when I looked at them, standing together, yet alone, in the sun, inhaling the pollution frm the vehicles, not being able to do/say anything, I doubted my wish. Sarcastic
I wanna be a lot of things/creatures. But, I’m happy being Divoo for now. Open-mouthed