Of My Instant Scribbles
As a delicate breeze carried dawn’s first countenances, I realized that one more night has managed to escape without me taking advantage of its tranquility. I did not even feel the darkness shed around. Little details were still as clear as a beloved voice is to a blind. Neither the nightfall reduced their glow, nor its serenity seduced me to let go. So now what!! Should I rejoice surviving that aggravation? Or must my focusing on the gloomy side trouble me?! I have lost my goal in life for sometime; and while dwelling in the uncertain its absence banished me to, days of my life were turning into withered, neglected ashes.
wafaa.
