When I was a kid, I’ve always dreamed of becoming someone important. As a grownup, sure, that looks superficial and completely ill defined, but when you’re eight and bored taking a bath, there is nothing better and sweeter than broad ill defined dreams. It was one of those times when this rebel thought started livingContinue reading “A Transcendent Drone”
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Plan
The day You can’t even imagine, am I right? You can’t even think for one second that you did anything wrong … It is as if there are plains of silence floating above some deep white thick warm clouds which hover on top of one another. You know this is the right thing. I mean, whoContinue reading “Plan”
My language
A white rose smells like living. I breathe it in to remind myself what it is to be missed from this dense embrace of Right-here-right-now. A red rose looks like lure. I stare at it so that the fire in me sees it and tries to imitate it. Monkey see, monkey do can be usedContinue reading “My language”
Potential expectation
Seriously, I expected a lot more from life. I had the mind of a child who dreamt with a super solid confidence about the future. The future. It is something which I believe has potential. That, potential, is what fascinated me from day one. All that could be. That is potential. All that could be!Continue reading “Potential expectation”