Have you ever, ever felt so spaced out, so empty, so blank, so mechanical, not wanting to be all this, but more and making it too obvious?
Afterthought: "No one can find the rewind button, boys, So cradle your head in your hands, And breathe... just breathe, Oh breathe, just breathe" I had heard it before and I knew what to do. But this cant work everytime!
a million little pieces of I are scattered over the universe. a million little moments of this life of mine, must be collected here. one day I will meet myself and you will meet yourself. and we'll try to feel the same, together.
this is a preparation, a note, an expectation, a hope and letter to the one and the unknown
Aged 21, Born 18 September (1700 hours if you must know), Student of Bachelor of Arts (hardly), Resident of Chandigarh (gladly), an AIESECer (madly), a wanna-be cyclist, a mumbo-jumbo philospher, a silent unsocial introvert also a yap-yap 'where is the party tonight' extrovert, aspiring Psychologist/ Agriculturist/ Educationist/ Film maker/ Global Nomad/ Revolutionist, a growing up kid to his parents, Mr-I-am-going-to-change-the-world-or-something to himself and scared of heights,& a wanderer who knows, sometimes.
2 Comments:
Flap your arms and legs and jump around ...and start to think noisy...
...missing the msn "questions-constest",
Lumi
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Luminita, At
11:40 PM
Flap your arms and legs and jump around ...and start to think noisy...
...missing the msn "questions-constest",
Lumi
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Luminita, At
11:40 PM
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