The unexpected

Staring coldly into the space, in this chill winter morning..
Almost like attempting to foresee the future..
Only outlines of the probable events messed hopelessly into each other..
Can i ever live without the quest for unexpected?

A new promise

Another morning, a new journey, in search of myself..
One more beginning with a new promise on the horizon..
Lost in the jungle of bricks, almost invisible to bodily eyes..
I promise, at least, to keep searching that illusive promise..