Narrow Down World

For the first time in eternity, the centre of the world turned from the very point where i behold how much space there is far out there to the very point where i realise that this space far out there is all there is.

I'm not sure what i want right now, but it doesn't make me happy to see the sky i always considered a getaway become but the roof over my prison cell.

I am in desperate need to break free & breathe.

The Little Princess

The little princess was born the day she saw a prince charming for the very first time. Who said prince charming doesn't exist? He most certainly does. He even outgrows his existence in fairy tales, because in reality he exists numerously. Prince charming does indeed exist in many. Ever since the little princess first found him once, she's been finding him over & over again in those whom she knows & those whom she doesn't. It never matters if she does not know them, because she always well knows him; her prince charming present within them. Oh well, the prince & the princess might have not got married like in the tale, but how could they when he's always imprisoned inside an entity? Yet still, they might unite after they die. Yes, we might unite after we die & live eternally in the seawater.

Lost and Found

I have always loved long, long rides, and i love them for a reason. I do like to think that staring out of a moving vehicle for long gives me enough time & space to detach from images. And after sometime, everything out on the road becomes a motionpicture show & no sight feels the least bit real nor actually ongoing.

This other morning i decided to track down my 'self' & find out where it goes missing leaving behind all what i see seemingly fictitious & unconnected to me.

And so i did.

It turned out my soul escapes like a miniature transparent apparition & curls up to rest in the inside of my ear separating the sight from the sound. So the road & everything visible turns to feel like a long forgotten past which i no more contain within me, whilst sounds feel like the truth; the happening; the now.

I am quite grateful to have finally found where i exist. Despite how weird it might sound, i do exist in my ear.

And i do sort of like it.

Beside the Seaside

Something about water makes me drift & swirl in streams from the inside. It's just hard to phrase. If i'm to try & explain i'd pick a paper & a pencil & i'd draw a wave; one single wave; so quiet & so slow.

I've been there & back, but part of me decided to stay. I left it safe & sound by the seaside until i go back one day & unite with it; her; the rest of me.