To the ones who read and to the ones who don't,
I grow tired of apologizing every time I write a post late. Its not as if I am going to change the habit but its just something I wanted to put out there. Out where, you ask me? Well, you tell me.
I've walked a lot of roads and I've seen a lot of things. Some that have made me who I am and some that showed me who I shouldn't be. I'm on a road now. And its in the middle of fucking nowhere. Im still trying to figure out what this road is and what it means if I cross it alone. Without company. With only emptiness and hope. Never ending, never questioning , omniscient hope.
College started today and I feel slightly awkward admitting this but I've never walked into such a big place and not be able to point out more than a handful of faces I recognize.
I know its a new place and a new zindagi and that its exactly what I wanted. But I'm beginning to doubt if I really know what I want.
And is what I want, the right thing for me?
Speaking of faces, have you ever wondered what you see in a face? If faces sometimes define your relationship with particular people? Can you see redemption in a face? Or hope? Or even better, love?
All of it just in the face. Or more so what the face stands for and the space and concern you hold for it.
I miss school more than ever. I miss being out of school during school and I miss the recesses that led me into faces I knew and waited to see. I wonder, staring into an empty sky, if that same feeling of belonging will ever have a rebirth.
If the abysmal concerns I have for the remainder of my life hold any fruit. Or if I'm just hunting for extinct extravagances.
This post is highly cryptic and conveys a slightly (maybe more) sober version of the person who types the words you read. Maybe it was meant to be this way. Maybe I'm missing the meaning. Or maybe I'm on the right track after all.
The funny and fucked up part of life is that I won't find out until its a tad bit too late.
Into the sunset, dreaming of sunrises,
V
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"He who opens a school door closes a prison" - Victor Hugo
Now Reading - Nothing. Need some suggestions.
Now Listening - I'm Into You - Taio Cruz
Now Feeling - Not that great.
I grow tired of apologizing every time I write a post late. Its not as if I am going to change the habit but its just something I wanted to put out there. Out where, you ask me? Well, you tell me.
I've walked a lot of roads and I've seen a lot of things. Some that have made me who I am and some that showed me who I shouldn't be. I'm on a road now. And its in the middle of fucking nowhere. Im still trying to figure out what this road is and what it means if I cross it alone. Without company. With only emptiness and hope. Never ending, never questioning , omniscient hope.
College started today and I feel slightly awkward admitting this but I've never walked into such a big place and not be able to point out more than a handful of faces I recognize.
I know its a new place and a new zindagi and that its exactly what I wanted. But I'm beginning to doubt if I really know what I want.
And is what I want, the right thing for me?
Speaking of faces, have you ever wondered what you see in a face? If faces sometimes define your relationship with particular people? Can you see redemption in a face? Or hope? Or even better, love?
All of it just in the face. Or more so what the face stands for and the space and concern you hold for it.
I miss school more than ever. I miss being out of school during school and I miss the recesses that led me into faces I knew and waited to see. I wonder, staring into an empty sky, if that same feeling of belonging will ever have a rebirth.
If the abysmal concerns I have for the remainder of my life hold any fruit. Or if I'm just hunting for extinct extravagances.
This post is highly cryptic and conveys a slightly (maybe more) sober version of the person who types the words you read. Maybe it was meant to be this way. Maybe I'm missing the meaning. Or maybe I'm on the right track after all.
The funny and fucked up part of life is that I won't find out until its a tad bit too late.
Into the sunset, dreaming of sunrises,
V
______________________________________________
"He who opens a school door closes a prison" - Victor Hugo
Now Reading - Nothing. Need some suggestions.
Now Listening - I'm Into You - Taio Cruz
Now Feeling - Not that great.
