I’ve come to terms with my solitude. The silence has become the best vehicle for my thoughts and feelings to resonate and hit like darts.

I don’t want anything…well almost. Perhaps just the sweet breeze on my skin while I am sitting by the water. A few moments of beauty, peace and serenity every day. The warm smile of the unknown faces when I walk in the city. The music and the words of countless poems; the company and humour of my tender, curious and playful inner child. The sound of my own laughter, and the taste of my own salty tears. 

I want to live my life with no regrets, my conscience is a clean slate; I’ve done more than my fair share of stupid, irresponsible and silly nonsense. I have been loved and hurt, and I myself have loved intensely and hurt likewise. I’ve said my goodbyes more times than I like to remember. More than once I’ve got myself and others in shit for some silly shenanigans. But I also have forgiven myself for everything I didn’t get right, and for all the wrongs I did to others, especially the ones I love. And oh boy does it feel good to drain yourself empty of any and all residual emotional scum lingering from the past. It’s like going to the bathroom and taking a massive dump using one of those squatty stools, which help you empty out your vowel until the last drop of…ok you get the idea here.

The best way to do such a cleanse is by simply going out in the wild, hitting the road, hiking up that mountain, waiting for the twilight and screaming to the top of your lungs, like a maniac, like the wild animal that you are,…the name of your Mom! Just kidding.

I said I didn’t want anything, but maybe I’m asking for too much. 

Welcome to my blog, and hope to see you back!

Chalo