Lying on a bed, white sheets, mattress, drapes, walls. Awake and yet asleep. Watching hairspray, the movie. Thinking, then not. Dreaming, some.
Away from home. In a city, I don't fancy much. Alone, even if for a while. Aware.
So much I want to do. So much. My soul aches, my heart yearns, and my mind tries its level best to anchor this ship, that longs for the wind beneath its sail.
Often, I gaze into nothing. Silent, as a cold winter day. My heart still singing beneath a demeanour so placid. I watch the seconds turn into minutes and then hours. I wish upon each star, broken and whole.
For magic, the kind I have always believed in. At each crossroad. I pray for an intervention of a divine sort.
I believe in religion, my own. No caste or creed. No teacher or preacher. It has taken me a while to get here. And aware that there is a lot more to see, to be. I live and love as I wish to.
Knowing that the best I can be is still me.
Away from home. In a city, I don't fancy much. Alone, even if for a while. Aware.
So much I want to do. So much. My soul aches, my heart yearns, and my mind tries its level best to anchor this ship, that longs for the wind beneath its sail.
Often, I gaze into nothing. Silent, as a cold winter day. My heart still singing beneath a demeanour so placid. I watch the seconds turn into minutes and then hours. I wish upon each star, broken and whole.
For magic, the kind I have always believed in. At each crossroad. I pray for an intervention of a divine sort.
I believe in religion, my own. No caste or creed. No teacher or preacher. It has taken me a while to get here. And aware that there is a lot more to see, to be. I live and love as I wish to.
Knowing that the best I can be is still me.
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