a list of maybes.


for all the things that have been here
and those that are yet to be found,

maybe I could be at that moment I keep on wishing I were
and still, end up ruining it.

maybe my regrets are just a bunch of my nightmares
which I knew were coming but didn't believe would be true.

maybe we both wanted the same things in a different way
like how a tomato is served raw for you & soup for me.

maybe I can't ever forget you
because you live in everything I create.

maybe these emotions are not real
but an illusion of a fictional reality.

maybe I live among the demons that are chased every morning
by the light of not the sun but by my will to get up.

this list might never come to an end,
maybe because we keep thinking of thousand possibilities
for only one choice that has to be made. 

maybe, just maybe.

* * *

with the flowing river of seconds, I recall our adventures in the woods.
thank you for the original picture,
& hope you're doing good, my dear friend,
N U R B U   L A M A 

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| about the series |



n o t i o n s 

welcome to the series of my wandering thoughts. 

here, I'll take you on the ride to the land where I frequently pay a visit. 

the weather here is usually showering with ideas and learning.

and when there is a clear sky, there's the breeze that takes me to various places.

thank you for coming to my land.

and I hope to visit yours too.

read more about the adventure at notions

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