Yoga Pramartha

I recall the day when I sit down alone on the bench underneath an oak tree. That was when I realized that I am an introvert, nature is the only true friend of mine. I see no sillhouette over the sun the same way I see nothing is true or even real in this world.
I pour hot water and a sachet of instant coffee - the kind that I prefer - in a cup for a single moment of awakening.
You know, what I write here doesn't matter.
What matter is how you welcome these words into your mind and see what can you do about them.
For you see, I'm just one of those bricks on the wall. Just like you