ive never been too much of a driver.....and maybe its a good thing....i like it when i move ahead and i dont know where im going coz my eyes are closed....and i dont have to worry bout banging into something.....no responsibility....no strings attached....just an endless space and darkness around me....
i like to open my eyes and transcend from the darkness into the whole sea of colours that define the sky....the glowing orange sun....the red...merging into purple...merging into violet....turning into indigo.....into blue...and sometimes the sun is white hot...with the tiniest tinge of yellow.....and it places itself in the perfect position...clouds all around it.....and the sun lights up just that much of a cloud thats enough to define its outline on one side....and the rest of the cloud remains in varying shades of grey....when reality looks more like a painting....
i love to look up into the sky....just straight up....and watch all these clouds skid past me.....like they're running away from something....just like i run away from reality...and this world.....its like this weird sorta freedom....you know its only for a while....but that doesnt stop you from living it....its like...these clouds...they speak to you.....they tell you that theres a place out there where nothing matters.....and they'll see you there....
i love to see the birds flying in their 'v' formation....i love the flaws in the 'v'....how its just not a straight line....and how the imperfection leads them on to better places....and i find myself wishing that people today believed that too.....
i love the sound of everything combined....all the vehicles...their honking....the animals....the people...earphones...my screaming....and yet i love the stark contrast when im on silent road....
i love the speed....the thrill of knowing that the worst could happen....but how that hardly seems to matter....i love the tiniest droplets of water that fall on my face....i love how the thin tiny strands of hair pierce my skin like needles.....i love the wind blowing right onto my face....blowing so hard that u can hardly breathe anymore....i love the breathlessness....how any moment your lungs could actually refuse to work....and how that moment could be your last....only this time its not coz of lack of air....its the excess of it....isnt it ironic how oxygen can actually take your life away???
(ps....thanx niyati for the amazing drive :) )
i like to open my eyes and transcend from the darkness into the whole sea of colours that define the sky....the glowing orange sun....the red...merging into purple...merging into violet....turning into indigo.....into blue...and sometimes the sun is white hot...with the tiniest tinge of yellow.....and it places itself in the perfect position...clouds all around it.....and the sun lights up just that much of a cloud thats enough to define its outline on one side....and the rest of the cloud remains in varying shades of grey....when reality looks more like a painting....
i love to look up into the sky....just straight up....and watch all these clouds skid past me.....like they're running away from something....just like i run away from reality...and this world.....its like this weird sorta freedom....you know its only for a while....but that doesnt stop you from living it....its like...these clouds...they speak to you.....they tell you that theres a place out there where nothing matters.....and they'll see you there....
i love to see the birds flying in their 'v' formation....i love the flaws in the 'v'....how its just not a straight line....and how the imperfection leads them on to better places....and i find myself wishing that people today believed that too.....
i love the sound of everything combined....all the vehicles...their honking....the animals....the people...earphones...my screaming....and yet i love the stark contrast when im on silent road....
i love the speed....the thrill of knowing that the worst could happen....but how that hardly seems to matter....i love the tiniest droplets of water that fall on my face....i love how the thin tiny strands of hair pierce my skin like needles.....i love the wind blowing right onto my face....blowing so hard that u can hardly breathe anymore....i love the breathlessness....how any moment your lungs could actually refuse to work....and how that moment could be your last....only this time its not coz of lack of air....its the excess of it....isnt it ironic how oxygen can actually take your life away???
(ps....thanx niyati for the amazing drive :) )
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