Random_Thoughts

Sometimes you feel misfit, In a place which once was yours. And then you try to fit, Yourself in an alien abode. No one but you get to know, That yours is an assorted journey. Where you meet people and places. Some you bring home as cherished memories,  Some you wipe each day to fade those memories. 

An everyday flight, Not a new plight. Time runs like the rapid fire. Another day goes in pyre. A lull and there comes a new day. Nothing new, yet a new day.