the beauty of loneliness

Time has a fly-by quality. We wonder, we wait and there are moments we live and there are moments which we have lost. Sitting and thinking, pondering, breathing. Waking up in the morning, and across the window pane you can see the daylights turn to yellow lights twinkling on a dark sheet. Roads are moving, everyone around going about the rigmaroles, the daily chores. And here we are, sitting alone, looking and waiting for tomorrow to come. There are people who live for the future. There are people who live in the past. And there are some people who live just in a moment.