At the speed of 7 km per hour

22nd November '13

On the treadmill

On the treadmill

I’m running

I’m running

I’m exhausted

I’m tired

I have no strength

I’m drained

Can’t stop

Can’t breathe

Can’t rest

Can’t live

There’s too much to do

And there’s no time

There’s a lot more running

And there’s no time

Can someone show me how to pull the plug please?

Caged inside or outside?

13th November '08

You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.

The reality is. It's you who wants to be rescued. From this, that and others. It's you who wants to be free. 

So you write.

To let your words flow freely. And the pen you use, doesn't work. The second one's ink doesn't flow. Freedom! Hah. You're caged. caged. caged. caged. caged. Behind bars of restlessness.

You live through a day. Days. Weeks. Months. Waiting for your turn. Each turn turns into another or anothers. Weird sentence, Huh? You won't get. Hahaha.

Small things. Meaningful small things. Oh, such melancholy over such a small thing!

What thing?  ll