It feels rather nice to sit by this window, writing a note, listening to music and feeling the cold of the wind on my face. I want to go on a long drive on a lonely road, rain pattering away.
It is raining here in Mumbai. It is weirdly symbolic of how I feel right now. Woke up today with a cloud of gloom overhead, and it is only getting darker. I must have committed emotional suicide at some point of the day, because I refuse to feel anything.
I want to drown away in the rain, but not start afresh. In the end, what does it all mean? What does anything mean?
I want a wider view. A way to look at something with such vastness, that it would be impossible to notice any detail.
I want to sit and look at the ocean, its compelling force against land.
I want to walk for eternity, knee-deep in a never-ending sea of sand.
I want to sit on a mountaintop and breathe in the crisp air and soak in the valley below.
Every bit of me screams for release in the explosion of a thousand suns.
I’m claustrophobic.
Run … run to the queens necklace and enjoy the view
Run, yes.
Or eat.
Eat!