Her anger easily turns into laughter,
Once he starts gazing at her with apologetic eyes.
He seldom finds the right words to say,
But she begins to understand his inadvertent ignorance.
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.
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