'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where—' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat." — Lewis Carroll in Alice in Wonderland
And it does not matter which way you go...
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Of Paper Boats in Monsoon Rain
We spoke all night
Of rain and sparks and rays of light
Of paper boats in monsoon rain
Of birds and dreams and wishes in flight
And when morning came
We remembered all of it
And nothing at all
I am the misty fire, I am the cold hard wind, I am the endless nights, I am the silent tears, I am the whirlwind of passion, I can be a mindless journey if you wish or a loquacious stranger on the evening train. Perhaps I am the comfort in your pain.Perhaps I am the reflection in your eyes or maybe the sigh of relief in your soul.I may be your voice of conscience or the demons in your mind. I am constant, present,prevalent, omniscient. I am here.
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