Well my friends call me a mind-boggler and aptly so.
When life brings you to crossroads and the outside world shakes your identity, you’ve got to stick to the bare minimum and survive.
So did I.
I had to shed all that was extravagant and handpick the bare minimum for myself. It was then that I decided to start a journey to seek the elements which form me, and perhaps later acquire a more profound realisation of self.
This is the beginning of my journey.
A lost friend.
Like a child recklessly losing the cool shade of a plum tree on a warm sunny day; from its safe cradle to taking the outlandish sun face to face.
But isn’t that life? A constant flux of shadows and sunshine.
This is just a humble effort to nurture similar shade for the sunshines that tomorrow might unfold.
Fall and early mornings have one thing in common, things are purest, in their most raw form during this time. And what is more beautiful than seeing someone and something naked; layered in nothing but their skin?
When I was a child, I participated in a race. Before I could cross the finish line, I fell. I gathered myself and pledged that I’ll never run again.
The fear never left me. Whenever I had to run, I did it half heartedly, told myself that I’m above the race.
That until, I was in one, and I could see the finish line. I could almost touch it, I was this close. A few more steps would have tripped me on the other side. But falling has somewhat become my thing. Ran out of luck just a few steps short of finish line.
Only this time, I won’t pledge to stop. This time I’ll gather myself and start where I left off. This time I’ll cross the finish line.