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Echoing Thoughts and Unknown Answers
I tried to write something uplifting, something cute, something not only inspirational to me but to others. I tried to do that this evening because I wanted to stay away from the usual melancholic tone of my posts. For once, I tried to paint this in a different color, but came back with the same shades of blue. Let’s just state, or reiterate, that forced “happy” thoughts make no echo, though. When I read others’ poems/stories/words, I want to find a connection. I want to know that it was worth every second. Somehow, I want to relate: awaken my mind, provoke me, trigger my deepest thoughts, arouse me, inspire me,…
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The Road, The Unknown, and I
I had my earbuds in my ears, volume up above healthy levels, blasting Rihanna’s We Found Love when I got distracted thinking how funny it was that I walked the same paths almost every day, yet have never run into the same people that pass me by walking their dogs or rushing to work. There’s no better therapy to me than going for a long walk when it feels that harming thoughts, anything, or anyone is trapping me. 17520 hours later, I still walk the same walk, breathe the same air. Different faces everywhere, but same air. And the road seems friendly even with its unusual faces, the faces that…
