Something-ness

After the hole, it starts getting to be filled by life and living; of being not vindictive or not being the victim. It ceases to become eventful but is a strung in a thread of something-ness. Procrastination is not cool anymore. While you are at the door, I ask you to stay back. What I actually ask for, is sitting on the porch and ask you all the questions I feel unsure about. And smell the freshness of the clothes you wear. Just let me sit there and hold your hand. Even if I pretend to forget, I tend to remember.