I could just live in Peter Pan's world of words, magic and new insights alone, venturing into "Alice's " turf..but somewhere along the trail a drum of awakening is beating...should I persist in my drunken state or take a round about turn and join the Fool.in his adventures But on more realistic paths???I could almost hear the voice of reasoning asking, what is realistic, what is unrealistic...is anything realistic??
My life is on hold, I chose to live on morsels for a taste of the literary world...the learning and the empowerment...I cold storaged travel plans, pilgrimages, which at this creeping shadow of sunset, I should really focus, really indulged....I shun company, my friends for self imposed isolation..the chase after Paper..I love being with friends-really......their laughters and smiles, liven me...and yet...where is the mind and inner longings leading me??
The cares of the world, it crushes me...it laughs at me....It questions me and pokes fun at me......The haze..Lord..I cannot see ahead of me.....should I persist in this path or should I slip into the comforts of the shadows to inhale the fragrance of yellow roses, I so deserve and then when the call comes, leave without a trace???
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