A cute Haiku poem written on a bottle of tea. *_*
Sunlight in my house.. Follows me and fills my rooms.. Like my own children.
Bruce Goldner

Writer
A cute Haiku poem written on a bottle of tea. *_*
Sunlight in my house.. Follows me and fills my rooms.. Like my own children.
Bruce Goldner

They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.


City of stars
Are you shining just for me?
City of stars
There’s so much that I can’t see
Who knows?
Is this the start of something wonderful and new?
Or one more dream that I cannot make true?
One of my favourite songs from one of my favourite movies for one of my favourite cities in the world. New York ❤
“Stop thinking”, if only it was so easy.
The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.
It sounds crazy yet she named him Jalfrezi.
There’s always a time limit on everything.
Gone are those days when I could spend hours sitting in my room doing anything I like without worrying about where’s the food coming from, is it the day to wash my laundry, who is going to clean the house, wash the dishes, or who’s going to clean the cat’s litter box.
Grown ups need to deal with a lot of things. In a few hours that I get for myself, I need to think of making the most of my time by doing something that I absolutely enjoy.
The problem here is that I enjoy doing a lot of things. In one hour, how am I supposed to write, sketch, listen to music, learn a language, or do a course in interior design? When I finally decide what I will be doing or when I am just about to get into that mood to write the story of my life, time’s over. Or oh, last one, I mindlessly spend time doing nothing, totally waste my precious hour, alas time’s up!
It’s either time to go for a walk or time to cook or time to spend time with your partner, or time to study, basically it’s time to get up and do the household chores which do not come under the “me time” category.
The thing is we all put ourselves under unnecessary pressure to be over productive, I don’t know why I do this to myself, why we all do this to ourselves but I guess it helps us to keep going. If there’s no pressure then I will never feel the need to perform.
So, probably pressure is good at times.
Who knows.
My time is up, need to stop writing and attend to other obligations.
I let you go now I miss you.
Come to your senses, you foolish starry-eyed boy.
In difficult times, we pray for your blessings.