Saturday, 31 May 2014

What is with this memory? I

Maybe the meaning of my having such an awful memory is because I keep experiencing new things, new worlds. Whilst eating watermelon beneath a Mediterranean sun and pine trees, near Rome, it brought me back to my infant days at the beach.
I remembered because I was experiencing it 'again'.

Saturday, 17 May 2014


Time. Time is a funny thing. A week can seem a month, yet that same week can seem a day. 
It runs so fast in its endless hours.

Sunday, 11 May 2014

Nomads freedom II

Truth be told, I just wanna find me roots. Wherever. I don't really care where. I just want the feeling. Wherever. Shall they come now for I am tired of searching. Roots please, wherever.


Oh this endless search for something meaningful! Such a hard chore! Why, oh why couldn't I settle with a more mundane goal? Why do I want it all? Why do I keep on pursuing the impossible dream? I'm so tired. How dreadful it is to dream so much, so high! Mind of mine, come back to Earth, even if you don't know where it is.