My Procrastination

Slowly as the pen glided on a blank page, another word stained my imagination.

Like a paintbrush soaked with colors, running on a blank canvass, my mind was lost in those swirls and stokes.

Word after word, they took me to another place. In a place where I can be what I want to be.

But then every story has its own end. Mine has again ended as I placed a dot next to the last word written, signifying another beginning, another pretension, another ending.

As I close my notebook, I let out a sigh and looked outside my window.

Maybe I'll start living my own story, taking everything inside and share them as I go along my own path.

It maybe not an easy trail but then it's my own path, it's my own choice.

Maybe I'll start my life and stop living with many 'what if's' in my mind.

Maybe tomorrow, I'll start.

As for now, let me be. Let me soak the last rays of the sun as another story pops into my head.

Let me open my notebook again and let my pen glide on the blank pages of my sanctuary.

Let me have another beginning, another pretension, another ending.

And maybe tomorrow, I'll start living my life with no 'what if's' tattooed in my soul.