Turbulence

I have a story, my own life story- that, beyond hopeless sighs and empty smiles, I dreamt a lot. Through dreams, I got by, thus enabling me to survive. I had the thinnest of chances to pass through the worst turmoils in this act of the grandest show on earth that we call "life", a scene where I and my broken spirit walked lamely through each crystal of tear and where gray-colored rainbows appear.

Nobody is listening still. Everyone's in a hurry. Nobody hears the howling of the wind now uttering its final  wish.

Enough for the sentiments unheard. Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow's but a dream.

For today, I shall be the grass that embraces the earth, over and over and over- until I wither, and die and magically recover. The earth will stop moving. Aging will stop. There will no longer be ailments to bear.

The turbulence has stopped. 

(gbs)