Whims of a supernova! December 11, 2016. Life, these days, is like that. Speck of dust, that is unwanted,. And yet, will not perish. Writhing, swirling, drifting,. The unruly mind would only be roving,. Realms and lands out of nowhere,. Which would eventually shatter into pieces scattered everywhere,. The mind remained there, heedful but motionless;. Drawn into the maelstrom of the reverie,. Time did not exist there,. And fireflies would scintillate forever;.

8220;Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here.

I want to keep my life nice and simple, I am sure everyone wants it the same way but somehow it tends to get complicated.