a collection of random ramblings, misplaced thoughts and uncategorised words inspired by life, human emotions, sunday afternoons and everything in between.

incidentally

we read words that tell us what to do, why not write those words ourselves?

Stimuli

In between the realms of reality & lucid dreams,
i pinch myself hard at trying to encumber all sense of the current.
just a moment ago i had been intertwined with the harshness
of the heat and the stench of perspiration,
and now i am witnessing the cool breeze that awakens my spirit;
which had been in slumber for far too long.

Familiar grounds..

Things do not seem as foreign as I expected,
yet my exhaustion does not permit my excitement to take form.
Maybe because i know this is not rightfully mine

But even if so,
Just feels like I've never left...

sometimes (rules don't apply)

sometimes some places and some people have ways of making you feel guilty. it's as if there's this non-existent box with a strict unwritten law about something that isn't actually unnecessary, nor does it have a logical reason behind it - and sooner or later you start to question yourself whether you should be doing it - when all this while you have been and everything's ok.

rules are important, limitations are there for a reason, but when something needs to be done and only results matter, superficial restrictions should be do without. with the karma-proof approach of 'as long as no harm is done' is in place, everything else shouldn't matter. sometimes over-detailing takes some magic off the beauty of the bigger picture.

so why stop when you're on a roll? so why not repeat when we know it has worked before? and what's wrong with not worrying when it's for our own contentment? sometimes, some things just has to be done.

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