The Awkward Earthling

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