Solipsism.

~Words.

It's probably just this time of the year.  Maybe it's all just in my head. Maybe a bit of it is out there. Even though I do see most of it. Isn't seeing believing? Maybe it's just me.

Stare into distant space; recalling memories, remembering experiences, the adrenaline rush, the push, even the pull. Uncomplicated dreaming, there were times one would just sit and wonder and maybe knit togetherness. Maybe, who am i to say or think or need or want. But that said, we are all here living for that just one thing- 'uncomplicated dreaming'. In your head, and in mine.

Acoustic version out, starving for restart.

photo credits: Sharanya Sridhar

PS- I complete a year here. With tears of happiness and sorrow still trickling down strong, a lot was lost and more was gained. I cherish what i had, and love and treasure what i now do have. I stand here wishing things maybe a lot different, but i'm just so happy being here, standing where i am, my space, I'd never change a thing.
Staring into distant space, still, even today, recalling so many memories.
I'm dreaming about what's next.
It's time.

(I'll be here.)

Destination.

"Life is a journey, not a destination."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson.

~I fall short of words just merely thinking about the journey so far. Decades, years, months. Moments. So many I think, I was sure I felt I lived my life in. I was so so sure, and yet, at the next turn was something that absorbed me in.

Just so many times in the past few days last month I'd open the page and try, honestly, to get those right words, frame the picture perfectly. I'd hope you'd see what i don't say. That's about it. Today, i don't have anything to share. Today, i don't have any tales to tell. Today. Today, i'm all about excitement, amazement, reckoning and expectations.

dark side of the lens.

*counting days.