always the busy people...
no. please do not think they are mindless, who spend their free time dozing on their seats in the train. they think an awful lot. what else do you expect? to be busy is to put an end to their worries, well, eventually.

always the lazy people...
no. please do not also think that they are mindless, who also spend their time sleeping on their untidy beds. they sleep in order to stop their minds from racing again. the lightning flashes in their minds are frequent. and they are busy with them.

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I think I am getting these lightning flashes frequently. it makes it hard to fall asleep during a stipulated time: before midnight. when midnight comes, I can't sleep with these overlapping thoughts seeping in and out and as and when they like. I end up abhorring and loving these moments. It is like soaring through storm clouds and still feel safe. It is when I discovered lands beyond the dark horizon.

our dark and crazy thoughts are always a marvel and a poisonous concoction that brews in our naughty minds. I am equally fascinated by them and also how I have to be discerning and put an end to any potential manifestation and, hence, disaster.

but it is still warm and fuzzy to invite random thoughts to the house of consciousness. the sudden buzz in my brain, freezing my movement and arresting the moment for realisation: hey, you mean that is actually in my mind? I think the strongest feelings are those that are unuttered. It is like a silent earthquake that you can feel the tremors but the person who eventually feels (knows about) it, can only be at the end and never the core of it. Perhaps, it is really impossible to expect the person to stand inside the core, when the person who erupts hardly finds him or herself at the core, after being pushed away by the force of his or her volcano of emotions. at the end of it, you may just find them (both the source and the recipient) standing at the aftermath and staring afar, looking for the core. But soon the dust will settle. and life is just is.

it just is. the simple and the complex. so if you ever ask me for the truth. i will just say what comes.