I really don’t know what is going around me. It’s much worse than a confusion or depression. I know I am transforming, but to what I never want to. I forget about those million miles I need to go…also I am not enjoying the woods. I am dangling somewhere in between …no…I m in a deep trench from which no one but me could save.
I am here at the shore all alone…
Even the sun said bye long ago…
I am waiting for something …
Something precious and beautiful…
I cannot find the smile of the stars…
And the darkness seems so quiet…
And those waves end hugging me…
Everything has gone and no one is left…
But a silent weep and a frozen heart…
Now, the fog again covers my mind and my thoughts …
I have never enjoyed the coolness of this fog and I will never…
Let that storm come and take away all this…
At least for sometime…
10 SEC READ The gift of insults
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Near Tokyo lived a great Samurai warrior, now old, who decided to teach Zen
Buddhism to young people. In spite of his age, the legend was that he could
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