Tracing back a long way into the time i remember the first time recognition of the tree called expectations. For some good or bad reason it didn’t bother or i was too busy to get bothered at that time. Walking down a few years from that point i traced the same expectations during my teen age but this time i could recognize it was a bit strong now and having it roots in different points. Again one by one it got uprooted by itself but not the taproot. As far as i could remember the tap root of the tree was growing deeper and deeper for approximately 5 years, a good time for it to grow strong enough. Incurring a heaving pain one fine day inside the walls of a cemetery uprooted the last tap root as well and had a feeling i am flying free and there is no more tree of expectation in my garden.
To prove all it was vain after almost 2 years, a little bit of chemical reaction im my mind showed me that those still exist, not necessarily in the form of tree but as patterns i didn’t recognise for years, playing a hide and hide game. I bow before you my ego and wish a day comes when i cross you forever and could enjoy my nudity rather than sitting crooked as this time. But one good about it as well, everytime i fight with you, then getting the pain, after the hard earned winning , those objects to which you were sticking seems to be more beautiful and glowing than ever.
