incompleteness

yes now that i’ve written a “heavy” title i’ll move on to writing something completely incoherent. the trees were still. the wind was still. there was dryness in the air. lips had cracks. hope was scarce. happiness over hope not being non existent was wished for. the uncertainty was a reality. future somehow seemed empty. may be if i moved the future a little more towards present, things might seem to seem better. the wish to appreciate what is there in the present is extreme. the energy to take control of life is there (let’s not give it any adjective yet). you’ve to let it be. you just can be and just get better at being. that’s all you can do, and that’s all you should wish to do. that’s all.