when you wake up like everyday, where you see the same people you do everyday, where you eat at the same place u just ate at last night....with the same bad hair do you have everyday, which you actually love because its different everyday, in its messy individual kinda way...but today its dull its not special for some odd reason...you go about the whole day doing usual things, like missions, see some old friends, talk politics, this and that, force ur self to socialize and then enjoy the fact that it was worth it...then you take the cab back home. the city lights, the traffic, but yet so still this city, like every other night, just tonight, its a silence that pets the dullness on the back and says, its ok...
as you finally come home, actually quite dulled out and ready for the prise...the peace, the stillness, the moment for your absolute self...and then you find it here...i find myself in the fight floor of a building, sitting next to the window, the curtain petting my face, the wind on the dullness, some might say....its a cold breaze, im feeling the ok, but at the same time, knowing and realizing that a fase in your life is over, that so much has gone by, causes pain, sadness, melancholy, nostalgia perhaps...the wind blew the words away, and said: sadness and pain are the windows to joy, and when you feel pain or sadness you are breaking those windows, so the joy can come in...
the thought of a friend comes to mind...
in this case, joy is coming in through the window, with a spark of curiosity...
:)
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