Go Figure.

An arm stretched, could it be stretched further? The clouds seem to have left, could there be sunshine? Thirst has been quenched, could stomachs be filled?
A little more, a little longer.

And surprisingly, when the arm is stretched further, it starts to pain. When the sun shines brightly, the temperature gets warmer. When stomachs are filled, sickness dawns.

 Everything never seems to be enough, nothing is too much; too much chaos, too much peace; too much laughter, only tears. What do we want? Where do we belong? Do we belong? Do we want? Mind is overloaded, desire takes over, you want to break free, you want to fly, but, if, where, how---- STOP.

Now, keep breathing.

There was a point in your life when you had nothing but dreams. Your dreams turned into reality, and then reality became better than your dreams.
You dream further, you feel deprived.
A viscous cycle: The more you have, the more you desire. The more you desire, the lesser you have.

Happiness lies in satisfaction.
Where is the satisfaction in us? Where is the contentment? Where do we meet our equilibrium point?

It lies where the truth hides in us, the truth that even everything is not enough for us.
The moment we accept this, even nothing will be enough.
Because we'd know, that for desires and dreams, sky IS the limit.

Finding her equilibrium,
Queen of Blah signing off.