(years of being the clown and the agony aunt for all my friends has put me in the place i am today, which is the following!)
So many of my friends who are supposed to be my 'closest' ones and all that jazz are unhappy with me right now... and here is the bloody thing! i am tired of negativity, tired of everyone moaning and groaning about how bad their lives are and how everyone is mean to them and how no body cares... well guess what... i dont give a damn anymore... i am tired of everyone wallowing in self pity... ur boy dumped you?! someone cheated on you? NEWS FLASH! your not the only one and crying about it forever OR feeling guilty will not help.... trust me this time will ya!
i refuse to make people feel good about themselves anymore... u got a problem, learn to solve it on ur own... ur not always gonna have someone to help you... surely not me! Nope! No more! Be self sufficient, its an essential survival skill or did u never notice...?!
Heres another thing, your not the only ones with issues... and just cause i dont go around announcing whats making my life hell doesn't mean my life is one big chunk of paradise! I assure you, though u might think ur problems are gigantic and worse than everyone else's... your probably better off than most of our populations... so we should be ashamed of ourselves for being such whiny little brats!
what im getting at here is very simple... so lets all take a deep breath and say it together... GET OVER IT!!!!
Monday, 26 November 2007
Sunday, 4 November 2007
write
i have nothing to write about
for i am not in pain
well, not enough to want to write about!
i have nothing to write about
im not feeling overjoyed
merely happy just doesnt work the same
i have nothing to write about
so im writing about writing
and damn, this is the lamest write on earth!
for i am not in pain
well, not enough to want to write about!
i have nothing to write about
im not feeling overjoyed
merely happy just doesnt work the same
i have nothing to write about
so im writing about writing
and damn, this is the lamest write on earth!
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
a bad ending
Today i was sure nothing could make me feel bad or upset me... i was in such a fucking good mood! Why? because i found out from school that i did in fact make the mark that the IB world sets for us students to decide if we are worthy of the diploma certificate and that they were the ones who had made a mistake in checking my papers, not me!
So while floating in this happy state... or bubble if you will... i was hoping at least the day would pass me by without the inclusion of any sharp objects, so to speak! but i had no such luck... come nightfall and the aftermath India winning the 20/20 world cup thingy (which by the way, i admit was fun and credit to Pak, they played brilliantly)... drunkenness and men.... two things i dislike... especially put together... and well, some other things and details that i rather not mention for the sake of those i love... and for the rest too i suppose... but point being with a 8min episode i had to go through, my entire night was ruined... and the part that makes me angry is... i dont fucking deserve it!! Casue all i did was try and help someone who asked for it... but i guess thats just what u get! right?
So while floating in this happy state... or bubble if you will... i was hoping at least the day would pass me by without the inclusion of any sharp objects, so to speak! but i had no such luck... come nightfall and the aftermath India winning the 20/20 world cup thingy (which by the way, i admit was fun and credit to Pak, they played brilliantly)... drunkenness and men.... two things i dislike... especially put together... and well, some other things and details that i rather not mention for the sake of those i love... and for the rest too i suppose... but point being with a 8min episode i had to go through, my entire night was ruined... and the part that makes me angry is... i dont fucking deserve it!! Casue all i did was try and help someone who asked for it... but i guess thats just what u get! right?
Saturday, 15 September 2007
the lover's back....
After a long time im feeling sparks of happiness inside me... like, real happiness... not the kind that just sits at the corner of your mind and reminds you its there when you're feeling sorry for yourself and when you're about to give up... This is the kind that fills you up... every inch of you... and that little corner is now for everything else... all the things that bring me down and make me want to run away... things i know i dont deserve to feel or go through (and its great to know in my heart that i dont deserve it).... this all happened when there was an exit of a certain overpowering shadow from my life... no, i wont give names...! lol.... anyway, i can breathe now that its gone... gone far away... far enough for its presence and darkness not to reach me! but for all the new people who its going to around now.... poor them!!!!
so, i feel like a new me... or maybe like the me i once used to be and missed so much! its nice... the angers all gone people.... now its only love love love.... just like it used to be!! :-D
so, i feel like a new me... or maybe like the me i once used to be and missed so much! its nice... the angers all gone people.... now its only love love love.... just like it used to be!! :-D
Sunday, 26 August 2007
Tapping into the unknown
Sooooo.... mother darling.... or more appropriately, my boss/director has given us a new exploration project to do.... we'v been put in groups of 5 (there are 5 groups in all) consisting of 1 camera-man, 1 editor, 1 dancer, 1 musician and 1 director/writer each.... the task that has been given to us is that every group must decide on a poem each... it can be in any language and any form... and using this poem we were to make a small movie or short film, if you will! We are allowed to do anything we want as long as the video is between 1 and 5 mins and it was a must to use the poem as a major part of the film... and we have 5 days (starting yesterdya) to submit the final copy!!
Anyway, from about 4 poems (2 english ones, 1 guj and 1 hindi) we managed to select the one we liked the most this morning.... and its something written by me... so this is it...
'She writes on loose sheets of paper
floating about the room
she picks up her pen every so often
at a loss of words drives it through, tearing it
she writes on everything she finds
her slowly wearing jeans
invisibly on beautifully curved backs
on equally beautiful minds
women's of course, for men have neither
(But the trees don't have wounds)'
Will try and keep updating what is happening and how we are progressing, but if not will upload the end product once its done... :-)
Anyway, from about 4 poems (2 english ones, 1 guj and 1 hindi) we managed to select the one we liked the most this morning.... and its something written by me... so this is it...
'She writes on loose sheets of paper
floating about the room
she picks up her pen every so often
at a loss of words drives it through, tearing it
she writes on everything she finds
her slowly wearing jeans
invisibly on beautifully curved backs
on equally beautiful minds
women's of course, for men have neither
(But the trees don't have wounds)'
Will try and keep updating what is happening and how we are progressing, but if not will upload the end product once its done... :-)
Friday, 27 July 2007
Skulls Confirm We Are All From Africa
An analysis of thousands of skulls shows modern humans originated from a single point in Africa and finally lays to rest the idea of multiple origins, British scientists said on Wednesday.
Most researchers agree that mankind spread out of Africa starting about 50,000 years ago, quickly establishing Stone Age cultures throughout Europe, Asia and Australia.
But a minority have argued, using skull data, that divergent populations evolved independently in different areas.
The genetic evidence has always strongly supported the single origin theory, and now results from a study of more than 6,000 skulls held around the world in academic collections supports this case.
"We have combined our genetic data with new measurements of a large sample of skulls to show definitively that modern humans originated from a single area in Sub-Saharan Africa," said Andrea Manica of the University of Cambridge's Department of Zoology.
Manica and colleagues wrote in the journal Nature that variations in skull size and shape decreased the further a skull was away from Africa, just like variations in DNA.
The decrease reflects the fact that, while the original African population was stable and varied, only a small number of people embarked on each stage of the multi-step migration out of Africa. This effectively created a series of "bottlenecks", which reduced diversity.
The highest level of variation in skull types was seen in southeastern Africa, the generally accepted cradle of mankind.
The Cambridge work also suggests in-breeding with other early humans, such as Neanderthals, either did not happen or was insignificant. That is in contrast to recent suggestions that such hybrids may have been fairly common.
"We're not saying there was never a single mating between a homo sapiens and a Neanderthal. But I can say, very confidently, that whatever the product of that mating was, it didn't breed back into the population," Manica told Reuters.
Chris Stringer, a palaeoanthropologist at the Natural History Museum in London, said the new research was important for indicating that modern human diversity was derived entirely from Africa rather than coming from inter-mixing elsewhere.
Most researchers agree that mankind spread out of Africa starting about 50,000 years ago, quickly establishing Stone Age cultures throughout Europe, Asia and Australia.
But a minority have argued, using skull data, that divergent populations evolved independently in different areas.
The genetic evidence has always strongly supported the single origin theory, and now results from a study of more than 6,000 skulls held around the world in academic collections supports this case.
"We have combined our genetic data with new measurements of a large sample of skulls to show definitively that modern humans originated from a single area in Sub-Saharan Africa," said Andrea Manica of the University of Cambridge's Department of Zoology.
Manica and colleagues wrote in the journal Nature that variations in skull size and shape decreased the further a skull was away from Africa, just like variations in DNA.
The decrease reflects the fact that, while the original African population was stable and varied, only a small number of people embarked on each stage of the multi-step migration out of Africa. This effectively created a series of "bottlenecks", which reduced diversity.
The highest level of variation in skull types was seen in southeastern Africa, the generally accepted cradle of mankind.
The Cambridge work also suggests in-breeding with other early humans, such as Neanderthals, either did not happen or was insignificant. That is in contrast to recent suggestions that such hybrids may have been fairly common.
"We're not saying there was never a single mating between a homo sapiens and a Neanderthal. But I can say, very confidently, that whatever the product of that mating was, it didn't breed back into the population," Manica told Reuters.
Chris Stringer, a palaeoanthropologist at the Natural History Museum in London, said the new research was important for indicating that modern human diversity was derived entirely from Africa rather than coming from inter-mixing elsewhere.
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Changing (Inner) Colours..
When trying to look sane i leave my glasses on
The chocolate boy version comes with coat and hat
The wild child brings along her inner amazon
While the charmer pulls it off as sleek as a cat
The laid back look asks for my colored hair
The party animal dresses gorgeously
When i need to be sexy, i lay a little more bare
But of course my changes come endlessly.
The chocolate boy version comes with coat and hat
The wild child brings along her inner amazon
While the charmer pulls it off as sleek as a cat
The laid back look asks for my colored hair
The party animal dresses gorgeously
When i need to be sexy, i lay a little more bare
But of course my changes come endlessly.
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Reflections (an old one)
Even the moon cannot resist
But to reflect what is in your eyes
So that I
Lonely on my windows edge
May watch him
Showing me what i know so well
Miss so terribly
But do you see me there
Unwillingly reflected
In all my weakness
The bulls-eye in perfect view
These eyes betray too much.
But to reflect what is in your eyes
So that I
Lonely on my windows edge
May watch him
Showing me what i know so well
Miss so terribly
But do you see me there
Unwillingly reflected
In all my weakness
The bulls-eye in perfect view
These eyes betray too much.
Monday, 18 June 2007
....!
When did beauty become a dagger
digging into my stone heart
was it meant to draw blood
for im slowly running dry.
Jeweled knife engrave a name
that of your mistress
for it is as beautiful as she
let me feel the pain beauty gives.
digging into my stone heart
was it meant to draw blood
for im slowly running dry.
Jeweled knife engrave a name
that of your mistress
for it is as beautiful as she
let me feel the pain beauty gives.
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Blah...
there are two sides of me... and two sides of those two... and that goes on... i try and not pay attention to the ones too far down the line!! he he... its too hard to keep track of wants and needs otherwise...!!!
lately iv been having this strange argument... or more like discussion/debate with myself... i cant sya really what it is.. i wouldnt be able to explain... its about something that can in reality only be decided over time... i have to wait a bit and i will know automatically... but of course this restless me will think about it over and over again hoping i can find a way to prepare myself before then... make the whole thing smoother and pre-planned in my head! something i have a habit of doing... so everything can be just right... me in the perfect light.... and you of course... already there...! This is all about perception and reality... neither of which can really be defined unfortunately...
i guess il just have to wait and see... maybe its my turn to improvise!! :-D
lately iv been having this strange argument... or more like discussion/debate with myself... i cant sya really what it is.. i wouldnt be able to explain... its about something that can in reality only be decided over time... i have to wait a bit and i will know automatically... but of course this restless me will think about it over and over again hoping i can find a way to prepare myself before then... make the whole thing smoother and pre-planned in my head! something i have a habit of doing... so everything can be just right... me in the perfect light.... and you of course... already there...! This is all about perception and reality... neither of which can really be defined unfortunately...
i guess il just have to wait and see... maybe its my turn to improvise!! :-D
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Entries!
Your making me watch the door closely
even when im facing the other way
my eyes and ears are alert
pricking up at any sign of movement
heart sinking as someone else walks through
I miss your abrupt and memorable entries
your unexpected and graceful appearances
You use to make them so often
so perfectly timed and unpredictable
so pleasing.
even when im facing the other way
my eyes and ears are alert
pricking up at any sign of movement
heart sinking as someone else walks through
I miss your abrupt and memorable entries
your unexpected and graceful appearances
You use to make them so often
so perfectly timed and unpredictable
so pleasing.
Sniffing rain!!!!!
It smells like distant rain... must be the result of a downpour somewhere. Its dark as evening and its not even time for tea yet. But this whether is welcomed with open arms... by me that is. And maybe a couple of others, sitting in their offices or balconies bored with the morose world around them. All of us are just there... letting the air that smells so good encompass us for those five minutes and we close our eyes and imagine its all better. Everybody is trying to get away from something. Everybody wants something else... and here is that escape. For me of course its mainly only the rain that i want. Il hide in its veil... from whatever... and just enjoy the feeling of an enourmous force that is not ruled by petty human nature like everything else is...
Of course there is no real waiting for such a thing... for though its happening is inevitable... its timing is completely unknown. So much so that in all reality, it is not expected for at least another two months. But here i am sniffing away at the overheated ground that is ready and calling for it and the sky which is returning its call.... in some way or another!
But hey, i havnt finished writing and the suns already fought its way through a couple of determined clouds!! he he... hmm... the Ahmedabad sun... always prevailing!! Hmmm.... this wait for monsoon is always sooooo bloody long!
Of course there is no real waiting for such a thing... for though its happening is inevitable... its timing is completely unknown. So much so that in all reality, it is not expected for at least another two months. But here i am sniffing away at the overheated ground that is ready and calling for it and the sky which is returning its call.... in some way or another!
But hey, i havnt finished writing and the suns already fought its way through a couple of determined clouds!! he he... hmm... the Ahmedabad sun... always prevailing!! Hmmm.... this wait for monsoon is always sooooo bloody long!
Sunday, 20 May 2007
Half song
Nobody deserves to be treated this way,
Not even me with my sins circling my head
Sins appointed by this asinine society of ours
And the christian community too
(though i am not a part of them).
So fuck off, now that your done fucking me
It was too good to resist at the time
And it just turned out well for you
But you loved it too, i heard it in your breathing
Now its cold cause you left me outside
You and your warmth walked the opposite direction
Leaving me to stagger into darkness for shelter
This is a half song, incomplete as a reflection of me
as a reflection of your sensitivity and cold heart...
Not even me with my sins circling my head
Sins appointed by this asinine society of ours
And the christian community too
(though i am not a part of them).
So fuck off, now that your done fucking me
It was too good to resist at the time
And it just turned out well for you
But you loved it too, i heard it in your breathing
Now its cold cause you left me outside
You and your warmth walked the opposite direction
Leaving me to stagger into darkness for shelter
This is a half song, incomplete as a reflection of me
as a reflection of your sensitivity and cold heart...
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
Writer...
She writes on loose sheets of paper
floating about the room
she picks up her pen every so often
at a loss of words drives it through, tearing it
she writes on everything she finds
her slowly wearing jeans
invisibly on beautifully curved backs
on equally beautiful minds
women's of course, for men have neither
(But the trees don't have wounds)
floating about the room
she picks up her pen every so often
at a loss of words drives it through, tearing it
she writes on everything she finds
her slowly wearing jeans
invisibly on beautifully curved backs
on equally beautiful minds
women's of course, for men have neither
(But the trees don't have wounds)
Saturday, 12 May 2007
'Melting Clocks' or 'The Persistance of Memory' by Salvador Dali
i feel what these clocks are saying... i feel what the painter is feeling... i feel the essence of it at the least... and then of course come my own interpretations... that is after all what art is for... understanding a meaning so deep that no matter who you are you can find something to relate to in your own life... give it a meaning that makes your heart stir...
Here is what it means to me... or reminds me of.... the ants feasting on the shut clock... all those people who insist on feeding their pride and glory on your past mistakes... your past in general... who flaunt what you did and what they didnt... all those little stupid things that could so easily be put behind you... and even away from the ants... maybe in more recent times.. there is still that one fly... picking on you... buzzing... unstoppable... the noise... just going round and round your ears making you more and more uncomfortable... and it knows you cant react and squash it the way you really want to!!! it makes you hold all that anger in until you just burst.... the lack of importance it seems to give itself.... how our lovers leave us so easily... giving our past exactly that little importance.... the melting of the time.. ur history... the fluidity of it... the heat that made it that way... the boiling temperatures that did it... leaving only you... in that state... half spilt over the side of an edge... hanging off a dead tree... the state of desolation... life of those memories... and life of now... something that continues... unchangable emptiness.... hmmm.... thats what my life feels like... melting clocks....
Thursday, 10 May 2007
The Swaminathan Women
Its my grandmom's b'day tomorrow and long story short... a lot of her side of the family have flown down to A'bad for it.... here are some people i have never met in my entire life... or at least not since i was two... of the 10 or so people most are women... women who are strong... women with mothers and children... women who love to laugh and love.... women who live life the way they want to without a man to lead them.... women with daughters... crazy women .... Swaminathan women!!!
I dont know these women but i love them... they are amazing... what strength and courage... this is my family... my roots... and how simple yet important it is to feel like you belong... and i felt it... today... one of those rare times when i think i really do belong... these are people i want to be.. want to learn from... i dont know how to put my feelings into words... but suddenly i feel less liek a freak... or at least... less like a freak alone... heh... i know whereever i am, they are behind me... around me.... inside me... there are fireworks that have set themselves off inside me... my blood is the same as theirs... i have a family that is like me.... me... me who is so different.... iv found a part of me... and it feels so good to be part of something.... to be part of something while still being your true self
I dont know these women but i love them... they are amazing... what strength and courage... this is my family... my roots... and how simple yet important it is to feel like you belong... and i felt it... today... one of those rare times when i think i really do belong... these are people i want to be.. want to learn from... i dont know how to put my feelings into words... but suddenly i feel less liek a freak... or at least... less like a freak alone... heh... i know whereever i am, they are behind me... around me.... inside me... there are fireworks that have set themselves off inside me... my blood is the same as theirs... i have a family that is like me.... me... me who is so different.... iv found a part of me... and it feels so good to be part of something.... to be part of something while still being your true self
beautifully haunting memories...
This world was never meant for anyone as beautiful as the both of you.... god i miss them.... my own little girls....
The fickel summer wind...
'The summer wind, came blowin in - from across the sea
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind'
if only it were that beautiful.... but.... but.... but....!!
Women are fickle... yes, they are.... really.... the ones around me especially.... and it makes me wonder if its just them... or us as a species... the men were always like that... so it comes as no surprise... but the women? It makes me almost not want to be one... or does it? scary thought that is... because i love being a woman... but not someone fickel... and what option do i have anyway? Be a man?!?!?!? no way!! god! I guess there is no good in this thought... its like a dog running after its own tail.... and for all the feminist blood in me... this one time i cant deny it... because they these women are a wall of water before me... and even when i can swim they will drown me... and the clarity and purness everyone can see, shows me only the truth... makes it easier to see the reality... so when they return to the idiot that i am... i already know!!
Wait... if none of that made any sense to you now.... just wait... they'l get you too... not once.... over and over and over again... and no it doesnt matter if your a man or a woman... becasue human beings were made this way, both the sexes... and we are the lowest and most detestable of the worlds creations...
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
And I lost you, to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind'
if only it were that beautiful.... but.... but.... but....!!
Women are fickle... yes, they are.... really.... the ones around me especially.... and it makes me wonder if its just them... or us as a species... the men were always like that... so it comes as no surprise... but the women? It makes me almost not want to be one... or does it? scary thought that is... because i love being a woman... but not someone fickel... and what option do i have anyway? Be a man?!?!?!? no way!! god! I guess there is no good in this thought... its like a dog running after its own tail.... and for all the feminist blood in me... this one time i cant deny it... because they these women are a wall of water before me... and even when i can swim they will drown me... and the clarity and purness everyone can see, shows me only the truth... makes it easier to see the reality... so when they return to the idiot that i am... i already know!!
Wait... if none of that made any sense to you now.... just wait... they'l get you too... not once.... over and over and over again... and no it doesnt matter if your a man or a woman... becasue human beings were made this way, both the sexes... and we are the lowest and most detestable of the worlds creations...
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Zombie me....
After no sleep for over 3 days... it feels (though untrue) that i have no mind body coordination at all... you know that experiment game thing they make you do where if you hold one part of your body completely still for a while and you end up feeling like its not there... yeah well... this is sorta like that too... and this rambling state comes with... my eyes cant exactly see what im typing... im hoping the words im saying in my head are the ones my fingers are typing... but u never know right!!
strangely, with all this tiredness the last thing i want to do is sleep.... maybe its how when ur too tired u cant sleep... but its also this feeling that i wanna be outside house... and not sitting still... and though my math exam was a disaster today... IT is the reason iv been awake and am feeling so pooped now.... and its over.....!!! NO MORE MATH!!!! lol... i feel like i should be celebrating.... if only A'bad had a good pub/disco.... booze and dance (and some pretty girls if possible... ahem ahem!!).... aaaaaaahhhh!!!
Of course, all these ideas are what i want to do according to my mind.. if my body had the energy it would kick my minds butt for even thinking of moving................... wow! talk about a weird sentance!!!
strangely, with all this tiredness the last thing i want to do is sleep.... maybe its how when ur too tired u cant sleep... but its also this feeling that i wanna be outside house... and not sitting still... and though my math exam was a disaster today... IT is the reason iv been awake and am feeling so pooped now.... and its over.....!!! NO MORE MATH!!!! lol... i feel like i should be celebrating.... if only A'bad had a good pub/disco.... booze and dance (and some pretty girls if possible... ahem ahem!!).... aaaaaaahhhh!!!
Of course, all these ideas are what i want to do according to my mind.. if my body had the energy it would kick my minds butt for even thinking of moving................... wow! talk about a weird sentance!!!
Ready, Get Set, Love....
I want to step out of this skin of mine
Leave all the memories behind
Live each day without the knowledge of my past
I want you to do the same
I want you to look at me and fall in love again
Without the care of it consequence
I want to go back to the start
Leave all the memories behind
Live each day without the knowledge of my past
I want you to do the same
I want you to look at me and fall in love again
Without the care of it consequence
I want to go back to the start
Monday, 23 April 2007
Grrr...
i would be a dangerous person if i did in fact have a gun,
for these fingers pointed at my head can only do so much.
All my imaginary fiery destruction they watch me enact,
it would be much scarier if i was given a chance to make it real.
The violent shivering when my muscles flex in secret at thoughts,
they would do so much damage if they were let loose.
My eyes scare them when they come close enough to look,
they dare to come close only after I have stopped changing colour.
The scars on my own arms subside much faster than expected
and to their advantage they don't notice blood till its dry and healed.
My smoking body is eventually shown fake calming affection,
once its evident i wont burn their elegant fingers or even char them...
,,,
for these fingers pointed at my head can only do so much.
All my imaginary fiery destruction they watch me enact,
it would be much scarier if i was given a chance to make it real.
The violent shivering when my muscles flex in secret at thoughts,
they would do so much damage if they were let loose.
My eyes scare them when they come close enough to look,
they dare to come close only after I have stopped changing colour.
The scars on my own arms subside much faster than expected
and to their advantage they don't notice blood till its dry and healed.
My smoking body is eventually shown fake calming affection,
once its evident i wont burn their elegant fingers or even char them...
,,,
Friday, 9 March 2007
Awoken Me
Its been a while,
but i was awake today
when the sun and moon were out
barely getting a chance to greet each other.
The sky kept changing to lighter
from one colour to the next
every shade and hue one could think of.
its been too long since i was awake
before the birds woke
or the trees shook off their drowse.
And the world turns lighter still
till i need no more light from the inside
everything reflecting the slightest glow.
i know im the only one awake
its been a while
and in this second its only me
me and the unadulterated reality.
but i was awake today
when the sun and moon were out
barely getting a chance to greet each other.
The sky kept changing to lighter
from one colour to the next
every shade and hue one could think of.
its been too long since i was awake
before the birds woke
or the trees shook off their drowse.
And the world turns lighter still
till i need no more light from the inside
everything reflecting the slightest glow.
i know im the only one awake
its been a while
and in this second its only me
me and the unadulterated reality.
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