When a year passes by it leaves behind lot of reminiscencesI have an unfinished book and I don’t know if Veronica diesI couldn’t complete a season and I still don’t know the 13threason of 13 reasons whyWinter has not yet come for me in the Game of Thronesas I find it rather too engaging and sometimes grossI have a half-written poem and words just refuse to flowI also have a blog page untouched since a monthI have a dairy with ten ways to cook chickenand have tried only the first twoI follow a website that states the most scenic placesto travelI have a travel bag and even a travel kit,but still waiting to go on a long vacation
I had huge plans that didn’t materializeI had many dreams that didn’t transpireHowever, I have nothing to be flustered aboutAs this is how life presents itselfunfinished, undone and unacquiredThis is what is living in the world likeHaving a little, doing a little and giving a littlePerfection is rather boring and so is being completeAnd here I am at the dawn of a new yearWanting a little, dreaming a little and most importantly living my unimportant lifeWhen a year passes by, I realise that this is allthat is left in this beautiful lifeThe simple pleasures, the unfinished joys,some old abandoned stuff and yet something new to dive





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