I wonder.

I wonder,

How you are able to fall asleep at night knowing you have wasted your day away.

I wonder,

How you can wake up in the morning, knowing that today is going to be the same as yesterday and so will tomorrow.

I wonder,

If you are ever tired? Bored perhaps? From doing the same routine, day in day out.

I wonder,

How your life, would have turned out to be, if you haven’t thrown out the love readily available to you.

I wonder,

What kind of a man you would have turned out to be, if you had just persisted, and not given in to your demons.

I wonder,

What life has in store for you, what you would turn out to be, will I watch your life as it fades in the sidelines, or will I watch you actualize everything I know you are capable of.

I wonder,

And I worry about you. I know I have said this before, but if only, if only you could see yourself through my eyes, you would understand how much more than enough you are.

I wonder,

If you would ever turn around, to see the magic that surrounds you, the beauty, and that everything you ever needed was always there, beneath your chest.

I wonder.

I wonder if you’ll ever understand life; it’s meanings and teachings and how most often than not it’s not supposed to be understood.

I wonder,

If you ever read between my words and catch glimpses of you scattered around, screaming to be seen. By you.

I wonder.