I Am Okay!
It's okay, I am okay.
The Earth is filled with innumerarable elements. seen and unseen. colored and discolored. shaped and unshaped. discovered and disregarded.
From so many choices, what are the odds, I ends up as a Human being?
but It's okay.
why did my gaze stop at her in a room full of forty-something brainiacs? why after years of punishment, my mind still wanders, knowing that she is meant for someone else? why then I daydream?
My sweet fog evaporates when she is with the right person, which is okay.
I am okay.
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