Me, Myself and Serenity

From the stacks of memories that has shaped up my life so far, if I sit down to relish or anguish on something prominent then I fail to do so.

As I ponder about why I can't bring myself to fish out something embedded deep into the person that I'm shaping up to be;  to extract from the memories something that rattled up my existence, I fail to do so.

I sit here collecting my thoughts, deliberating them to induce some pain -- a pain that once released would clear this conjested mind of a screaming noise.

Then, I know , that the memories are not meant to interfere the realms of my present in a way that it jeopardises my possibilities in the realm of unknown -- the future.

I once again sit to compose myself to confront me to evoke the aura of serenity and spend some time with it.

It would have been lovely, if it was that time when right now I was forced to turn myself away from the stunning brightness of the sun; as I seek the absence of the warmth and the presence of a deep penetrating chill so that I could enjoy cupping the steaming mug of serenity. 

It's still a few shades darker even though it's still lit up. The chill of the darkness awaits as of now, so  I embrace this moment.

 I'm gladly, now, engaged in a stimulating conversation -- with me, myself and serenity...