Pondering.

Some days I just want to cry. Cry not because I'm sad or something bad has happened. Cry neither because something good has happened but cry because that's what I feel like doing.

Hello there, I am the Earthian.

And so I try crying. It works, sometimes, but then again, it stops working. Because it should never have worked in the first place because there wasn't any reason for it work. It worked because I wanted it to work and then it stopped working because I no longer cared. And then there are days when I am just completely excited. Days when I can't wait to make something out of myself, days I can't wait to live, days I can't wait to make mine. But then, that goes away too. Just like my tears. Laughter follows. Tries to take its own toll on me and guess what, it fades too. Just like everything else. Anger, hate, lust, sorrow, even boredom; they all go away. Vanish into thin air like they didn't even exist in the first place. I sometimes wonder why it happens. But then again, there doesn't need to be a "why". Neither does there need to be a "why not". I'm still pondering.

Love, peace.