A randomly chosen Homo sapien. Never a pessimist, but not an inclined optimist too. A little of an introverted self-observer.
Thoughts go buoyant. And these buoyancies wander with no destinations or haven; leaving no trails behind.
Time does seem to be enough but the “enough” sometimes starts ceasing.
Tendencies shift; perceptions change; clumsiness gathers; but the basic instinctive saturations surface from the depths when its time.
Sunshines, soaked in hysterical bliss. But still; shadowed, by that faint, subtle smile !! #Micropoetry