to be misunderstood!. If perceptions are fleeting, Why do we try so hard to cater and blend in?. Is there really some magic in feeling at home or are we just romanticising the idea of familiarity?!.
a place for solace, I don't find it in humans on some days, Not even in places which ignites the joy in me, Even in things which soothe me, But sometimes, it's from somewhere, where I'm not looking It's moments like this, I realise I have a home everywhere!.
I sit down to write and pen my thoughts on a blank page, which becomes a clean slate, the ink representing the colour of my day and the nib reveals the intensity with which i lived it!.