I am continuously wandering from one place to another, trying to make sense of things and comprehend what my mind allows me to. Though I may remain motionless or conscious. Or I may be having dinner, tea or drinking to the state of drunkeness with friends, I am traveling. I am attached to the realness of what real is, and yet detached and untouchable by the world. Though I am here as tangible as can be, I am not. I am a restless soul trying to find a sanctuary.
I’ve been dying to go out of town for quite some time now. The city can be suffocating sometimes and I need nature to breathe. I feel so confined in a small place although I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.
I'm a contradiction. I am the positive and negative-an optimist and a pessimist, constantly in battle with myself as I deal with the realities surrounding me. Constantly trying to make sense and figure out what life is.
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