I have no news to discuss,

Just a thought of younger age that i guess i miss so much.

It’s probably because,

time lately is like a drip of water trickling down the tree of life,

and i am seeing the water of my true age for the very first time, slowly filling up the glass of my future.

I hope i can stop it, if it try’s to overflow.

But if success should be a hindering possibility,

why would i want to know? or stop the flow.