if there was ever a moment when i felt at peace, it was in sri lanka. thoughts curled in curry meals, white sandy beaches, green hill tops, ancient puzzles and natural wonderlands. it is only in travel that i find serendipity. life and being are in equivalence, just like it is meant to be.
back to black now, both physically and metaphorically. if only i could take wings and fly, high above the rainbow hue. no work, no love-just there-floating shiftlessly among the clouds, taking myself where the wind blows.
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