We are stuck
In an uncomfortable ride
Towards a vague destination
Our journey is
Unpredictable
Tiresome
Swings between happy and gloomy moments
And yet
Once over
We miss the exact same feeling
That's not replaceable nowhere to be found
The traffic
The noise
The emotions
Once you are in a new place
Everything is different
The colour of vegetation
The texture of sand
Or the fleeting nature of thoughts
All of your past
Just a frail thought
And one day
It expires into vapour
Never to be felt again.
07.01.22
Fleeting thoughts.
@Snehal Deb
Well written . Keep it up ✨