...............was different and you were in this different place.maybe u wanted to be there all your life(ah you know us humans,all our dreams and hopes and yadayada for the 'future')and suddenly youre there.partly luck,partly talent,partly that roll of the dice which cometh from above.
its strange.once your actually living in that castle of dreams,you find out life aint all that chirpy(pardon the pun but birds DO fly high in the sky:D)up there.au contraire,you find yourself longing for the old familiars..no matter how good,bad or ugly the new experiences are.
people,mostly.you meet em in all colours and shapes.its a brillaitn experience..starting new relationships and discovering layers,lucky if u can be the one to peel em.
whatever it is...you dont stop or rather CANT stop closing your eyes once in a while-or rather every few minutes-and taking a breather.
if only we could all be dorothies and meet wizards of ozes(ozes????)and click our spankin new red shoes together and chant "theres no place like home" a billion times or so.
home is where the heart is..all so clichedly perfect a thought.
"Dare i disturb the Universe?" - T.S Eliot. From Here to There, perhaps into Nowhere. My words sunk inside the ink bottle of my world.
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Longing for the familiar... home is where the familiar is. We long for patterns of familiarity, be it familiar grief, or joy... well noted! All dreams crumble until revisited! Go back home from the castle, and you'll miss it. Now go back to that castle, and this time, you'll appreciate it a lot more.
Not that we always get second chances...
- Ramblings from a fan
"Wrapped in silent elegance
Beautifully broken down
As illusions burst
Too late to learn from experience
Too late to wonder how
To finish first
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home"
I miss you.
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