Breathing.

So,

You know what I really feel like doing right now?

I want to just go take off by myself,

I want to see the never ending stretch of blue sky before me,

I want wind to blow on my face,

I want to walk on soft grass,

I want to capture what I see,

Whatever I like,

What makes me smile.

I want to breathe,

Happily.

Now that's not bad,is it?

I really wonder why we don't do things we want to do.

Even the most normal things.

Er,

I'm not having great insights right now,this moment.

Can you think of some answers?

Parting shot:" If you wake up tomorrow morning, stare at the mirror for one second, find that you aren't yourself anymore,

Would you

Slap yourself?

Scream?

Live someone else's life?

Yawn?

Say gah thrice?"

We don't give up that easily, no,we don't!

So,

you put truck loads of pressure,

you pile it up,

You throw it at us,

But guess what,

WE grin in response to your mind-boggling thought,

We duck,

We have our leisure anyway,

We laze around,

While you stare at us, red-faced and basically,

Disappointed.

Now if you're going to ask me what that was,

The simple thing is that,

I Don't know! :P

Parting shot: "You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants."

- --Stephen King from Hearts in Atlantis.