Sometimes, it's good to sing at the top of your lungs in the bathroom. Then dance, laugh, and frolic to the point the entire world becomes your bathroom. (caption) *Colours* Sometimes, it's okay to not be someone who does something all the time. It's perfectly fine, natural in fact, to breathe and witness the pixels of tangerine sunset slowly transforming into a nonpariel night. Sometimes, it's alright to not know where you are going. Maybe you were meant to be a bumblebee excursioning onto the petals of roseate, lilac and amber; drinking in all the nectar of life and time. Sometimes, it's perfect to be the sailor of solitude. You not only witness the hopeless attempts of union from a distance but also the timelapse of everything that has been going on and on in the pearly, yet sombre cosmos.