I live by the highway.
On some days like this, I come home to shut myself out from the outside world except for the whirling sound of motion leaving fleeting traces along that highway. I switch off all other human-made sounds and tune into the sound of motion.
It stirs and awakes me into the sense of this awkward silence on my part. A distraught reigns havoc in my senses as my silence deepens. I know these sounds - they are of a journey that's awaiting me. Faintly in my mind I reconstruct and re-assume the rush that made my way out of home one day - I didn't know the destination then, I don't know the destination now! I just know deep down in me that I have to go somewhere. Somewhere better, somewhere worthier. There is something more meaningful and more significant awaiting me - the motions remind me of that subconscious journey of mine. I am not stagnated, I am not futile, I am not immobile, not tonight, not any other night.
I am making my way towards deeper and deeper and deeper sides of life - splendid roads, flawless music and an overwhelming world are awaiting me - right where these sounds lead to - right beyond my sight. As I rest at my solitary abode by the highway, I live for and live by myself.. I keep moving..
P.S. The name of this sketch is "She forwards" - a sudden quick attempt of mine at sketching.
On some days like this, I come home to shut myself out from the outside world except for the whirling sound of motion leaving fleeting traces along that highway. I switch off all other human-made sounds and tune into the sound of motion.
It stirs and awakes me into the sense of this awkward silence on my part. A distraught reigns havoc in my senses as my silence deepens. I know these sounds - they are of a journey that's awaiting me. Faintly in my mind I reconstruct and re-assume the rush that made my way out of home one day - I didn't know the destination then, I don't know the destination now! I just know deep down in me that I have to go somewhere. Somewhere better, somewhere worthier. There is something more meaningful and more significant awaiting me - the motions remind me of that subconscious journey of mine. I am not stagnated, I am not futile, I am not immobile, not tonight, not any other night.I am making my way towards deeper and deeper and deeper sides of life - splendid roads, flawless music and an overwhelming world are awaiting me - right where these sounds lead to - right beyond my sight. As I rest at my solitary abode by the highway, I live for and live by myself.. I keep moving..
P.S. The name of this sketch is "She forwards" - a sudden quick attempt of mine at sketching.
Good sketch and a better write up. Keep the optimism alive and keep moving forward.
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