My Ways.

I live in my own weaved beautiful dream;
From which I will never come out...
Where small things make me happy;
Simple words make my day...

I fill my life with full of colors...
Even if there are grey hues sometimes,
I mix it with my own light;
Brighten it,
And make it my very favourite...

For me, there is always a way for light...
And a ray of hope in the darkest hours.

For my way of perception is,
Midnight is never the end of the day...
But the beautiful beginning of a better tomorrow...