This goes as a address to no one.
Just because you don't find me express myself anywhere does not mean that I am in dearth of feelings.
Our mind is more or less like a perpetual river- it flows in full during rains, it dries up during summer, it may get frozen up during winter, it may reflect the beautiful hues during spring. But it do exist. Yes , it does.
For the each and every second of my life which has gone waste in searching for the right one, here I am, begging your pardon, please get me back my time. Present me with the same altruist passion for myself.
Sincerely
Eternal Free Spirit
In search of Myself
