One cold night...

A few days back...

I have in mind, what kind of person I want to be. But that's not what I am, no matter how I try. I am not as strong. I still find myself running away from certain things, instead of making a decision of whether to fight for it. It's difficult to make decisions. Even more difficult to make correct decisions. In fact I am getting disillusioned over certain things. Is there really everlasting? Or is change the only constant? I know its only right to look forward. But I can't help looking back sometimes. I love myself too much. And it's affecting the people around me. I am talking in rhymes. It's just another of those encrypted posts. I feel something missing. And it's starting to grow significant.