Bliss.

Bliss.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Lost.


It takes very little to slip off the edge of an iceberg, but a lot to clamber back to safety.
Back at college. Practicals and viva pending.
I miss the uncomplicated times. I miss the way music could heal all wounds.
Apprehensive about what lies ahead.
Social networking might be fun,but contentment comes from within. It stems from internal bliss satisfaction.
I am convinced that I have the uncanny ability to decipher emotion.s inspite of attempts to conceal them.
Have faith they say. In whom I used to wonder. In myself would be the best option.
In testing times, it is our resolve to remain true to ourself, to our values and principles that will get over the bad times.

Unconditional love is rare. I miss Pings. :'(