Life is about living, i had forgot that. Once you go far off, and then return, the route is not easy. The path looks uncertain, the road unfamiliar. Its like learning to walk again, you fall, you get up, try again and again. Its like being reborn, its like changing the fundamentals that you have stuck to for a long while. Its about unlearning, and then learning. Its about the change in the sub conscious, its about changing the way one moves involuntary.
When you open up, it opens up the wounds, that were hidden, unhealed wounds that had turned to sores without being attended to. So when that happens, the medicine seems bitter, causes pain, revolt too at times. Its like treating a chronic element, that has no easy cure. The nights are long, the days longer, the watch halts, the seconds seem like hours, the days like years. Its about oscillations between the belief and the unbelief. Its about the matters of heart, its about the fight between the brain and the heart.
Its about a solitary journey back, a lone journey back, for when I had left it, I had set out on a solitary journey and gone so far off, unaccompanied, that on the journey back for miles and miles, there would be one one around to hold the hand, to comfort, to pull back.
When you open up, it opens up the wounds, that were hidden, unhealed wounds that had turned to sores without being attended to. So when that happens, the medicine seems bitter, causes pain, revolt too at times. Its like treating a chronic element, that has no easy cure. The nights are long, the days longer, the watch halts, the seconds seem like hours, the days like years. Its about oscillations between the belief and the unbelief. Its about the matters of heart, its about the fight between the brain and the heart.
Its about a solitary journey back, a lone journey back, for when I had left it, I had set out on a solitary journey and gone so far off, unaccompanied, that on the journey back for miles and miles, there would be one one around to hold the hand, to comfort, to pull back.
