Two Thousand with the one and eight.

‘Click’, said the switch – this may not make much sense.

Creating something great, like they said, requires suffering. Forgoing the blissful company, we only a-few-times taste. Performing the most painful task of resisting the many mighty magnets those souls hold in our direction. Sometimes unnatural it maybe, but it just makes perfect logic in our heads. Backs to break, heart aches and working late. Only to us, they will make sense.

Something missing seems to create the condition where our minds makes connections between madness and clarity. Find ways to let an entire ocean into our lungs without letting the salt touch our tongues. Contemplation, Improvisation; ideas dance, they fight, they wrestle, they sing, they burst into tears. And when you stop looking they begin to defy gravity.

Lack of time, and the knowledge that geography will place certain pieces of perfect moments out of our reach will create moments for us. Moments where we will know how to absorb each once of new information, familiar colours and shapes of each of our present bodies in the right angles.

Discover the stories, the drawings, the tastes that sings the same tune and bond without much of the hiccups that deter us in other circumstances. It’s so easy to crave for mayhem that make us feel alive - something we haven’t experienced for some time.

We need to thank the souls that accompanied our path from the deepest and guarded corners of our hearts. For sharing with us every ounce of darkness and wonder that they transmit.

We often worry about things that grow out of irrational thoughts. They engulf us in the haze of emotions. Feelings that fill us with new energy and at the same time bum us down with disappointment of departure. Our language is not always designed to perfectly sum most of what we’re feeling.

You and I, we don’t look for connections and comfort. We’ve given up in such tasks after many crushing defeats. After when we were just left with our own poison to battle with. But we always come back from the ashes. Burnt but not broken. Some of us may just be ashes for now but not before teaching ourselves what type of a person we want to become. Dust we may well be in our most doomed moments but dust is bloody hard to get rid of. We know how to come back one atom at a time. Only to create something stronger.

There are new suns ahead and long nights of lack of rest - put your light on.

//Gayendra - January 2018.