I am in my bed resting my overly exerted mind. The chaos of the day seems to be potent enough, that i couldnt have done anything else had i not stop and give myself a break. A nap seems to be rational for me.
Too bad my troubled mind kept me awake. so, i slowly rolled over to the edge of my IKEA double decker. Being just next to the window, i could catch the view outside. Stooping over, i quietly watch the tiny humans moving seemingly aimlessly. Here from the 8th floor,the people outside didnt looked too different from some wandering ants.
the breeze and the swaying trees seems soothing.
Despite the time showing 7pm, it is still rather bright outside. It is autumn now in Moscow. It is marked vividly by the yellowness everywhere. The season itself makes everythings seems to move slower this evening. Supposingly, it give an overwhelming sense of serenity.
but here i am, lost in my thought, thinking of nothing in particular. It felt as if that I’ve been disconnected from my inner self of late. An uneventful news brings me no more than surprises, my inner safety mechanism triggered, and now locking me isolated. There is no way to recall what were those troubling thoughts are as of this moment.
Yet, i find no peace.
How ironic. How sarcastic.
