Flowing with time

A lot has been on my mind. I'm starting to write stories, stories that are colorful and bright. Very contradicting to I'm about to write now.

I'm a person who has a lot to say but never dared to speak up. Maybe because I'm a coward. But I'm a person who can write. If I write and write and write, will my mind be freed? Will I feel free? Will it bring me relief?

Things like existence, purpose, and basically questions of 'why' are always in my mind.

Why do we look in the mirror and feel unpleasant when we saw our ugly selves? Why do we hide it?

Why do people feel the need to be normal? At the same time, why do we want to feel special? Why do we want to be something above normal?

Things that are useless. Things that won't make you rich, pretty, famous. Those things are always on my mind.

As I am thinking this, am I flowing uselessly with time? Am I really wasting my time asking questions without definite answer?

As my mind stand on the foot of a snowy mountain, am I just another existence, someone who is here and will soon wither?

If so, please let me scatter with the wind.

Please let the wind whisper my thoughts

At least, please let my thoughts live on.