The days are pretty sedate though NOT devoid of purpose. As if the hours are wearing thermal socks that are too heavy to let these gather pace.
As if this weather is a nature’s…
Intent (say fog): “I am missing yesterday. In fact I missed the yesterday, yesterday too.”
(It is such a deeply internalized worldview that we miss ‘yesterday’.)
Need (say sunlight): “I miss tomorrow.”
It wants to forget (so that people can cross) as much as it wants to remember (so that people can stop).
Had another ride in her street (she is windfall).
A once-more login (as if in facebook).
Consistent feed of posts (hopes?).
I was an opinion.
At least dressed in an opinion.
Because I live almost in the middle of the lane, fourth from the outer corner.
Lot of texture all around in everything. And you cannot justifiably fill in the colors.
In life, we use Enter to occupy space.
We Enter into a restaurant to occupy a chair. We Enter into an argument to eliminate space (gap).
Calling for a move. Pawn by pawn.
The Knight. Bishop.
As if there was an argument.
Nature has its own doubts. Organic ones.
It is not the absence of clarity — it is there in the product itself.