"Why don't you have anything planned or definite?! It's so
hard to figure you out..", they complain about me too often.
Because, Even if it's about me,
I don't have anything defined with perfection.
I over-add sugar to coffees sometimes and on some days I love them black. I feel like simply watching the rain in silence doing nothing and sometimes I feel like getting completely drenched in the same. I prefer I cook for myself, a variety of food and sometimes I prefer not to touch the frying pan cos I'm not in a mood. My sleeping space on bed some nights is like an island surrounded by pillows and on some nights it's only me on the plain space. Sometimes I sit spending time entirely in my mobile and sometimes I renounce it for days together. Plain music without words on some solitudes and plain speeches without music on the others. I love people's company as much as I hate it.
I don't have an agenda. I don't have anything fixed.
I'm momentary. Way too much.
Whatever I do and whatever I love at that moment, depends on that moment only.
Perfectionism never impresses me.
And makes me wonder, why it's so 'over-rated'!
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