of late, melancholic thoughts take occupancy in a mind so harried, remembering seems out of reach or maybe forgetting has turned into a favourite habit.
practice, practise, practice.
remembering. forgetting.
forgetting. remembering.
"to forget yourself is to see everything else."
seeing is believing, or so they say.
look twice, self crafted scenes. sheer convenience, maybe.
laziness. avoidance. put a term to it. any term.
and then, over and over, again and again.
or maybe this time, remembering not forgetting was remembered.
could it be that it is not a matter of becoming, but of being?
of being
"running down corridors
through automatic doors
got to get to you
got to see this through
first night of your life
curled up on your own
looking at you now
you would never know..."
- "Wires", Athlete
Yes, running down corridors, through automatic doors. And more, much much more.
Much, much more.
And so it seems,
everyone needs to get away. everyone wants to get away.
so did i. so do i.
but wherever you are busy getting away, you are still taking you with you.
out of the comfort zone, as the saying goes.
comfort within to abandon the comfort without.
funny how we get in the way of ourselves.
comfort within.
that is all for now.