Its a funny place to be.
I wonder very often, this is such a funny world. People are people for a while until you experience them. How do you experience them? You know so many people, at the same time you hardly know anyone. I know so many things about myself, there are so many things others know of me. Are they true or for that matter what is it to be true? It’s just a funny world; everything is here for a while, just for a while.
I know you for a while or for quite some time, but who knows why I know you. How do I know till when do I know you and from when do I know you. Is it really a funny world?
There is so much to everything, that I feel I should close my eyes for a while. What if I forget how to open them again? I am made of me and me is just a miniscule of what makes me, me. I want to stand for a while, wet my feet and move them in mid air.
It’s just a funny world; it has nothing much to it.