The cold of uncertainties surround me, the hopes in which I seek warmth are now falling short of life.The dreams appear shallower as I feed them of false assurance.
Why am I being so negative? Is it a mere anticipation of what is yet to come or prediction of what is about to come?I don’t have an answer.
My mind tells to my head, “the worst is yet to come. Hold yourself.”
“That too shall pass. Don’t worry”, is what he gets in reply. “It’s only the time that passes. Things remain!” He hits back. I would lie if I deny.
Being oblivious of something is better than knowing and not getting it.” The worst is yet to come” I assure me.