Disclaimer - Technology is not the only topic which even if
understood finds serious dearth in explanation. Some time those dearest to us
cause us to falter and fail in the art of describing them.
Sipping on a brew that has always had been subjected to a
strong resistance so habitually, caused a smirk and a twitch of an eyebrow on
the table across. The faint colors of abrupt change that had struggled to find
acceptance in the white, spiral box slowly summoned a need for justification.
Avoidance was no solution as thousands of memories were exchanged in a few
milliseconds between four fixated sights. Language silenced herself without a struggle
and communication floated even without a common thread.
Phaedrus tried hard not to bait an eyelid fearing what has
been found after months would be lost without an answer. A fertile ground for a
plethora of thoughts and expressions it had been for a mind of a once restless
21yr old. When so much is being felt, said and drained out of the system, then
why is language suddenly the biggest hurdle?
Why isn’t convoluted beautiful anymore? Why the sudden urge to deconstruct
to be understood by a lot more? Do they really understand what they have apparently
understood? A barrage of questions makes the environment uncomfortable.
Why is the mind so oblivious to worrying issues that daily
stare at our faces? Contentment just makes the smile so broad that the eyes
tend to become small thus losing sight. Discontent causes a frown that just
makes the eyes bigger that if not help in seeing at least help in knowing. Earlier
raw emotions found solace behind locked doors and a familiar roof. With so many and so much around now, even the
churning of raw is first filtered within.
The gladiator regrets the healing of wounds and scars that
once marked several victorious and brave struggles. The scars would have always
reminded him (impressions of a well known narrative) of his undefeatable
spirit. With the healing now, memories no longer seem reliable and highly susceptible
to alterations. Having made peace with situations and people, the battle ground
is no longer his serious work place. Inflicting pain that leaves scars and
thereby creating a heroic faith in thyself seems the remedy to survive of what
is left of life.
Drifting away from the dream, reality allotted or chosen
seems like a foolish hope which has longevity for everything unhappy. How do we
justify wanting the same that thousands do and claim to be good at? A failed
reasoning may cause a delayed chance for at least a trial.
Thy joy has travelled too far to match up with the slow pace
of another’s joy. Thy joy is unbridled
with the spirit of a phoenix but blinded like a bat to the universe around.
Place over people seems to be the inner call of the day.
Phaedrus, not everything broken can be restored even
promises. At least speech wasn’t a deterrent anymore. Did you never give up
searching or did the search for you never stop? Although not a leaf has moved
outside the window after this conversation, what caused it was something that
moved inside.