Life lately has been quite awry, quite unlike spirals and swirls, they atleast follow some sort of path, mine doesn’t, it is all based on inflictions and inflections, impulses and sheer desire to taste everything.
I find myself going to sleep around 6am, when the world is waking up from soothing slumber, the soft rays lull me to a dreamless sleep that the quite night can’t seem to accomplish. The dark pulls all the strings to awaken the demons that morning buries. And even if it is hapless, those few hours cure the drenching tiredness of the body and slowly, hushly, quite my mind for a bit.
That peace is what I’ve been running after. Running seems quite the wrong word. It’s more, that peace is what is achieved in hapless ways, from the ridence of sleep to comfort, to just mind and sensory enlightenment and exercises because suddenly everything is that much more temporary. And the thought of all variables changing all at once is quite daunting. It’s when the ground moves away from under your feet and your feet stand still, unaffected by the pull apart from the pleasant pull that doesn’t pull you away.
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