in my bewilderment I enjoy letting go of my nomadic self where I can roam and wander off getting lost in my inner worlds … Running free in the wilderness of my being... I run towards the sun, I look towards the horizon of my soul; I seek new territories, fresh rivers and new scenery … I am forever in quest for what makes me feel i am more alive and less existing … I am always on the run, high on emotions and enjoying the pain of wanting too much and thinking too much and feeling too much... I find pleasure in my own madness, I rejoice my multi dimensions, I celebrate my demons as much as I celebrate my angels, I enjoy driving fast and loud music, I savor the sweetness of life in the same way I taste its bitterness, I always find refuge in mother nature and its wisdom … I adore seeing my reflection in the spark I see in the eyes of those whom I love …. I am knocked out by the pleasures that present themselves to me, I love the road and the travel more than I love to arrive at any destination, I am always eager and keen to find a mind that speaks to mine with no language and no lexis, i am sedated when another heart sings my song and hear my inner music, I am never tired of dancing on the tunes of my inner world and I am always rejuvenated when someone knows how to play on the strings of my being … I am happy wandering around my inner maps and I do not have any problem with being lost in the labyrinths of my heart , the emotional anarchy I experience is one of my enlightening journeys , it is eye opening and self revealing to me … Not having a plan is my plan, feeding from the surge of life’s occurrences with no expectancy; just the thrill of being alive is enough for me … I enjoy the little things in life for they are never small, they are the grand prize in the lottery of existence , I enjoy the smell of my coffee in the morning , the echoes of laughter of my nieces and nephews , the sweet embrace of my mother, the teasing game my sister and I engage ourselves into … My favorite songs and my desired places and faces, roaming in all places in one place and defying the hand of time of my soul having the elixir of my eternal youth in the fountains of my heart where birds sings an everlasting melody … Lina H Hanna
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 08:00:10 +0000
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