For a million years
we’ve watched the sky
and huddled in fear.
But somehow you still find yourself
quietly rooting for the storm.
As if a part of you is tired of waiting,
wondering when the world will fall apart
— by lot, by fate, by the will of the God —
almost daring Him to grant your wish.
But really you can wish all you want,
because life is a game of chance.
And each passing day
is another flip of the coin.
Who could blame us for
wanting to be there when it lands?
2018 February, 20.
Basically reposting coz the first post was temporary, reposting coz @umehadi wanted.