In another timeline

I wouldn't fret to breathe

scared about what the day would be like

Terrified if things don't go as planned

feel no ounce of disappointment if I couldn't meet up

wouldn't arise with a wounded soul

calculate my steps not and wouldn't care about a fall.

Hence the sharp claws of fate will have a faint grip on me

and things will be smooth

just maybe I wouldn't feel the toxicity that is mixed with oxygen

neither will I feel how angry the clouds are

nor flinch by the slightest sound of thunder

and wouldn't pray to swallowed by the earth.

 In another timeline

I'd be like cotton

so soft and cosy

Accept gentleness like princess trained in elegance

Never will I allow myself know sorrow or harness it for long

and sadness would not have an abode with me

Caring less about how things will end moving with the flow and not precision.

In that timeline

I'd grow without a scarring heart

or a troubled spirit

neither an unstable mind

Flying high like bird who doesn't care about the sky being it's limit

and I would clip my wings not

Have no scars that'll mar my happiness.

The picture of that world

is so beautiful that serenity is surprised at the tranquility

my chest wouldn't be a war ground between my heart ,mind , body and soul

in there no stampede can raise a grain of sand neither dust

nor memories haunt my present and reality

it'll be so amazing to extent of facing reality with a cup of tea.

sip through everything and enjoy the view without caring the cost or the remedy.