I once read this poem, it had these lines, 'What is this life, if full of care? We have no time to stand and stare.' I don't know, it just randomly came back to me right this very moment. Strange, huh? Well, I am strange. I sometimes think of distant memories and wish I could go back to it. I've become this girl. I used to be that girl. You know, I hated that girl sometimes. But I'm here! This is it. It's real. It's scary but it's as real as real goes. I want to travel. A lot. I thought it would happen this year. But, ah there's a travel fare to every place and well, let's face it, money takes you places. I've wanted so bad this past year to live in Paris for a bit, study art and make it all on my very own once again. I need change. Change is good. They say that nothing is more permanent than change. Am I rambling? Perhaps. This must be the closest to what I'm feeling in person that I've blogged about in a long time. Of late, it's just been projections and metaphors of what I've been feeling. I always think that I'd live in New York too, sometimes, for a brief while. Don't get me wrong, Bombay is great, I just need to do all that over again. Setting off to a new place, re-learning things, experiences, moreso. I need that. It's something that Nandini helped me discover about myself. I love being so disconnected sometimes, my friends sure as hell don't get it, but I like figuring it out. Doing it my own way. It's the only way I love being. What am I saying? I don't know. I thought I'd write a little metaphorical poem but creativity eludes me just as the one thing in my life that I've never had yet. But whatever, c'est la vie! I'll just roll with the punches and suck it up. Nothing like it. Fresh Air. Breathe it in...
Night!
