Moments in a summer time

Sometimes the end is the beginning, new pages are found at the back and the reasons are yet to be discovered even when it looks so clear - Sometimes to be continued is the only way as there is just the middle of the story, no one can finish it at moments in time- Sometimes

I worry about having no words to describe how I feel

Mosttimes I dream too much about the reality

Othertimes I forget to blink into the sunshine and I forget to dance into the moonlight created to swirl me in a collection of a starlight identity.

I forget to be me