Arbit thoughts

Looking out of the foggy windows of the library, watching the lush green trees sway to the tunes of the wind. I wonder what rhythm it plays, would I hear it if I put my ear to the pane? My mind's numb, a comforting silence fills the room. I try hard and concentrate on what the wind blows my way. A gentle smile plays on my lips, my eyes fill with dreams, a trans sets in and I wonder why I feel so at peace today. The rain beats down from the heavens and each drop forms a crown when it touches the earth, releasing the heat, pain and anguish that summer left in its wake. I decide it's time to pen down my thoughts again, yet somehow the comforting numbness if too contended to break. Sigh! I wish today would never end, wish to be frozen in this moment forever. The moment when I have been so comfortably numb for a change.

Strange is life and it's ways we've lived for the moment and a day; training for what is to come making way for the rising sun. Holding close to heart our dearest ones... Stranger still are the ways of life I've met people trying to survive; forgotten are days of guns and glory human, yet not so anymore. Running to survive, having lost the zeal to live... I pity you my friend... for all your training for your mere existence and lack of living for everything ... the race you've run for far too long But as I watch you trying to run till the finish line... I pity you my friend fore you do not live... You survive.