The whole world is trying to tell me to move on, that it will be alright. It shows from the music I happen to listen to, to the book I'm reading, from the lips of those around me.
I hold the hand of this very wonderful man. Despite being heavily intoxicated, he drags himself out just to be by my side. I let my pasts flow by and my undetermined future slip away from my mind. Today is where I belong. And yes, I should plan my week ahead.. but it's entirely alright to let my future remain in my tomorrows. They haven't arrived yet.
If the world is conspiring to bring me forward, I shouldn't be selfish to hold myself back.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
inspired by Zahir.
My past remains my past, a fraction of my life's very untangled web.. but so often have these little fractions determine the routes for my journey. And so often have I stumbled and bruised myself, due to these fractions which seem more like mean frictions. And so often have I cried, and so often have I wished for my tears to be wiped away.
But for today, I feel illuminated, by the fact that I'm alive. I feel empowered and strong, yet confused and a little cold. My mind is tensed, I'm nervous for the unexpected and unanticipated. I want to think that my life will go according to my diary planner, but I know better. I know it won't.
But for today, I feel illuminated, by the fact that I'm alive. I feel empowered and strong, yet confused and a little cold. My mind is tensed, I'm nervous for the unexpected and unanticipated. I want to think that my life will go according to my diary planner, but I know better. I know it won't.
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