This is Impromptu, something which I thought about in my lit class, reading Beckett. (Boi, Beckett can blow one's mind.)

A thought that crossed my mind, while I was sitting at this beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, lake. Yesss, I am back after being soo irregular. I'm trying to form a schedule and maybe I'll be regular here. <3

Something which I wrote a few months back!

Sometimes titles don't do justice.

I'm back after so long! Here's something that I wanted to write for a long time! (Probably didn't do justice to it, lol)

Would you like to join?

Collecting memories or living in the present?

With time, we change. Maybe its good. Who knows?

In our own little mind.

Can you answer all?

The blossom of the heart.

".....burns. Me. Out" I shout to the world and look them in the eye, and think what I say.

The silence.

Here to stay.

A sweet bliss

A random thought.

A different tint of each morning.

The circle of life.

Prompt : Small Space. A poem for @secret_lover's contest

A wilting heart, tired.