Outside myself…
I am here because someone has decided that i should be here, and I am…
Why am I crying, as one of my friends always says, or feeling bad about things and people who are not around me?
Instead why am I not loving and living what I should ?
There is more to life than I can see, there is something else which I don’t realise, there is something that I am a part of but its a part of me too…
Too many thoughts flying around in random motion inside my head, but when I move out of my own body and see them from outside, they look in perfect symmetry…
Reminds me of the times, when as a kid, I used to think what if I have to travel to the end of the space… would i really find it?
Peace
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