Some days (or nights), on the border of lucidity and madness, I am full of words and when I start writing like that, there is no end to it. Let's just say that this is the thing that SAVES me. Sometimes my attempts to make sense are successful...
Monday, 24 February 2020
Rest
Days have passed and they have turned into weeks, weeks into months. Seasons have arrived and left. Here's a February afternoon, kind of inbetween - neither hot nor cold, neither here nor there. Here's me waiting for a serene cloudless sky of clear lavender shade, looking at flowers in awe wondering whether a carefree life has anything to do with an ephimeral existence and birds soaring into sky not worrying anything beyond today. I wish I could just fizz and dissolve into this very nature - earth, sky and air and rest into a peaceful oblivion, devoid of thoughts, knowledge, plans and judgements. I could just rest. I could just BE.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment