Some days and nights are weaved in threads of void and nothingness. I have always given in to bed early on those days just so that I can switch myself off. In this world of wireless, being disconnected is a privilege. But sometimes being disconnected in a city full of people and ocean full of sounds, and when all you have around is silence. Still.. that's something that's just the obvious.
Today, I am not giving in to sleep to escape my loneliness, I am going to only switch off myself from the world around - no matter how difficult it is to be lonely in a crowd!
While writing this I get a feeling of contradiction. Am I even isolating myself within myself or seeking to reach out, as the more we enhance accessibility, the less it becomes reachable?
Some nights are weaved in questions that don't find a meaning. Some nights are weaved into void trailing a storm.
Or preceding a storm?
Today, I am not giving in to sleep to escape my loneliness, I am going to only switch off myself from the world around - no matter how difficult it is to be lonely in a crowd!
While writing this I get a feeling of contradiction. Am I even isolating myself within myself or seeking to reach out, as the more we enhance accessibility, the less it becomes reachable?
Some nights are weaved in questions that don't find a meaning. Some nights are weaved into void trailing a storm.
Or preceding a storm?
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