No, I don't hear the sea outside anymore. It so happens that I am back at home, I'm closing my eyes trying to visualize the blue and the swishing sound. But I'm still at home and I cannot seem to go anywhere. I hate this feeling. I just got back from the beach this weekend and I've locked myself in my room trying to shut out the cars and concrete.
This isn't ideal. The last few months I have been rather happy, which means that I have not had the inspiration to write. The disadvantages of being happy; only a handful of unfortunate few could understand what I mean. My head is empty as a balloon, light and flying to nowhere and everywhere. I have not had an opinion for a long time because there are lesser darker shades in my world and i cant make out the big picture. I just want to keep the situation status quo and yet I desire for that dark undercurrent that will wash me away from this shore.
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