Crowds. Heavy manic crowded places.
Where, the faces merge to form a blur and sound peaks to a crescendo. Walk till the thoughts fuse to a single circular train of thought and we lose count of where the 'start' and where the 'end' reside.
That's what we need in these times of storm. Like a searing hot shower something to numb the disruptions and drown the confusion. We know what we want even if it is out of stock for now. We know what it will cost even if it is beyond our means.
Let us put our head down. Tuck our hands in. Let us walk.
Walk without a destination or rhyme till the feet lose the feel. There's hell in between my ears and we need to quieten these screams. Stop these churning wheels. The kind that set in motion a movie we do not want to see and the credits we know only too well.
It's these crowds of strangers that I look for. Where no one knows my name and definitely not my song.
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It's been a while and we have calmer tides now.
With calmness, comes the unnerving realizations that what is, truly is against all belief. And with that, comes the bitter-sweet wave of acceptance, the kind that has been the aim of this journey.
We take a look outside the glass house and the bright golden yolk has emerged from within but it is still grey and shrouded in doubt and faith.
Things have changed. Things may never be the same. But then again, things have always evolved, as it metamorphoses into something unique capable of titillating the most ardent of skeptics.
It will take its time as everything does but there must be hope for a better wind. It's all we've ever had, from cradle to grave.
Where, the faces merge to form a blur and sound peaks to a crescendo. Walk till the thoughts fuse to a single circular train of thought and we lose count of where the 'start' and where the 'end' reside.
That's what we need in these times of storm. Like a searing hot shower something to numb the disruptions and drown the confusion. We know what we want even if it is out of stock for now. We know what it will cost even if it is beyond our means.
Let us put our head down. Tuck our hands in. Let us walk.
Walk without a destination or rhyme till the feet lose the feel. There's hell in between my ears and we need to quieten these screams. Stop these churning wheels. The kind that set in motion a movie we do not want to see and the credits we know only too well.
It's these crowds of strangers that I look for. Where no one knows my name and definitely not my song.
.
..
...
It's been a while and we have calmer tides now.
With calmness, comes the unnerving realizations that what is, truly is against all belief. And with that, comes the bitter-sweet wave of acceptance, the kind that has been the aim of this journey.
We take a look outside the glass house and the bright golden yolk has emerged from within but it is still grey and shrouded in doubt and faith.
Things have changed. Things may never be the same. But then again, things have always evolved, as it metamorphoses into something unique capable of titillating the most ardent of skeptics.
It will take its time as everything does but there must be hope for a better wind. It's all we've ever had, from cradle to grave.
