Where am I?
The shadow of my nib touches the paper before I do with my words-my thoughts cooped up in chaos,being filtered slowly like the sunlight through the roof,gleaming on the window sill while it’s still raining..
I can see the mountain I trekked yesterday-dense with a green growth;there’s music playing in my ears-yet,it seems my mind is taking a stroll somewhere else..
Been reading Jane Eyre but the book’s closed at Jane’s first day at school-mine begins soon-so,will be travelling twice in the weeks to come..
But still,I’m not here..where am I?
Had some pondering done in the morning about my exam after I read some articles-I remember moving on with my day to detangling my hair in the balcony..maybe this train’ll never leave until it does..
I think this was a stop I passed by in my wanderings..
The cool wind feels good on the skin-Is it trying to steal my thoughts away? Because when it plays with my hair-my looping stream-of-consciousness disrupts to look out for a moment or two..
Then,there are words,as I write,who couldn’t free themselves from the knots in the balcony,so,they’ll wait for the wind to do the job with the locks..
But,some locks must remain in oblivion for they’ll reveal the key that opens the door to the answer..which methinks we’ll never know-
-ren_archive
