Where have I been? I’ve been climbing mountains, not metaphoric mountains, but real ground, rocky, tree and shrub bearing mountains. I’ve been sitting in the middle of forests, listening to what my senses tell me. For nature is all I need.
Why don’t I write anymore?
Let me ask you this, what is the point in writing?
Whatever I write has already been written. There are so many different languages and writings in this world already. So is there really a point in writing, when these words will be redundant and forgotten?
Instead I’m more fascinated by reading these different writings across the world that I can relate to. At times translations can be troublesome but it is worth the knowledge gained.
Maybe if I have something to share with the world that hasn’t already been shared, I’ll write again.
For Eshan ;)
“What's that smell ?“
My eyes open, my ears are ringing and my head is throbbing. It's to dark to see, an unnerving silence can be heard.
“Where am I?” I reach out in front of me, nothing. I reach beside me, touching the floor. It's wet. I retract my hand towards my nose, blood? I sit up, it hurts. I move my wet hand to my abdomen.
I wake up, what a dream I had, I murmur to myself. My girlfriend walks into the bedroom. I told her about the dream. She laughed. I didn't understand what was so funny about it. I looked up, it was dark, she was gone. I felt pain in my abdomen. Now I get the joke.
Head was in the clouds then I thought of you, thinking back to a time where I could call you mine. I thought of the day it all burnt down.
Hindering rain, as I walk away from you I turn, looking back I can’t see your tears.
Laughing, I see the flash of lighting and hear the crack of thunder. I begin to think of you, wondering if you are in the clouds again and I remember.
Hindering rain, as I stand still soaked from my tears you walk away and disappear.
Two past lovers thinking of their relationships demise
Enlightenment for me is knowing one’s capablities and possibilities in life, yet deciding to choose the most peaceful and freest path.
...the path itself might not have any overall importance and influence on the world,
it’s the path that makes you feel most ‘happy’ and at ease, living in this world.