A hushed self-containment has befallen me. I have embarked on a journey of co-existence paralleled into the depths of myself where artistic passions, make for interior footprints. I am cajoled into a reserved silence that needs no conscious reminder of meditative tasks. I wear quietude like a third skin. Living out of a suitcase is a close second. Now, August has slid into buttoned-up thoughts & I am glad that my jaded clamorous self, has fled with mirrors of the past. All I can think about are stories, tall tales, books & films. I wear this steely focus like a stole around my shoulders.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 07:47:58 +0000
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