Straight from the Heart

Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling. True, because I have no secured roof over me now. I've had always dreams of living life like a free bird, but I forgot that birds also have a nest. People always sit back and remember their highs and lows of life. No such cushion was with me then, as I had no highs, and no lows too. My life has been a blank diary from the start, with ink spots in a few pages, some dark and some faint.
May be this was my life's one of the two memories, which, as much I tried to woo away, came back again and again to hunt me.