Thursday, May 30, 2013

Out of air

Life can be different. My life, that is. And "different" means "better". So why isn't it?

“Talking to myself all the way to the station
pictures in my head of the final destination…”

Feels like riding a train with no windows. I miss the view outside.
In such a moment hearing the right song can break me into million pieces. And it did.

People are more interested in indulging their egos than to find understanding-as if people no longer consider any other way of communication. That makes me feel lonely-a feeling I'm too familiar with to want to avoid at all cost. What's wrong with being nice to one another?


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