blank mind but heightened emotions. if my brain activity gave off light the glow would be dim by the time it struggled through all the gray matter to reach the perceptive centers of another.
havin' to remind myself i'm in india again. but this time it's different. instead of marveling at the potential forms that this clay of unknowing could take, i'm exhaling, reflecting on the past one hundred forty-eight days of life in this parallel universe.
one hundred forty-eight days of vibrant, racing, bleeding, screaming, mad mad mad life. life for life's own damn sake, rolling on the breeze of my fancy.
packin' up today with a heart like a jellyfish. body burstin forth and limbs slowly following. theyre more thoughtful. more apprehensive, more sentimental. if human nature ever knew accumulation they sure as hell know it now. i came to this motherland with three t-shirts including the one on my back, and two pairs of jeans. today i have to fit a whole apartment into a single suitcase
listless and languishing lying in wait im still young but these travels will put some weariness on these bones.
the hours dwindle between me and my departure. Desi and Hanna's booming laughter has never sounded so beautiful.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Strange times....
Sometimes children that are waaay too young play with explosives. Sometimes the same children stone me when I'm walking home from school. Sometimes my friends get rammed by a cow.
Most of the time people say "okeeh okeeh" to a question that requires a long answer. Most of the time I am in the spotlight. Most of the time I don't want to be. Sometimes old women shove in front of me in line. Sometimes they just shove me out of the way. Most of the time I don't have a clue I don't know what in Shiva's name is going on in my classes. Scratch that. That would be ALL the time. Sometimes streets flood with sewer water. Sometimes taxi drivers literally do not know how to drive and a figuring out the stick shift as they go. Sometimes one can hear chickens being killed from my bedroom window. Sometimes I wake up my roommate in the middle of the night because I'm laughing in my sleep. Sometimes I give people fake names like Christmas or Phallus and tell them I'm from India when they ask me the dreaded question, "allo madam which country?" Most of the time it deeply perturbs me. Sometimes I think of home and fail at pushing those sentimental thoughts out of my head. Some time is left for me to live this dream life. More times such as these will be had, for good and for bad.
Most of the time people say "okeeh okeeh" to a question that requires a long answer. Most of the time I am in the spotlight. Most of the time I don't want to be. Sometimes old women shove in front of me in line. Sometimes they just shove me out of the way. Most of the time I don't have a clue I don't know what in Shiva's name is going on in my classes. Scratch that. That would be ALL the time. Sometimes streets flood with sewer water. Sometimes taxi drivers literally do not know how to drive and a figuring out the stick shift as they go. Sometimes one can hear chickens being killed from my bedroom window. Sometimes I wake up my roommate in the middle of the night because I'm laughing in my sleep. Sometimes I give people fake names like Christmas or Phallus and tell them I'm from India when they ask me the dreaded question, "allo madam which country?" Most of the time it deeply perturbs me. Sometimes I think of home and fail at pushing those sentimental thoughts out of my head. Some time is left for me to live this dream life. More times such as these will be had, for good and for bad.
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