Eternal search
Where is that place?
The place where thoughts and reality meet, and there's not an inch of difference in them.
The place where friends are just that...friends, not analysers of behavioural patterns and demeanours.
Where absolutes remain absolutes, and are not diluted based on a small thing we like to call "perspective".
Where is that place, where you just can be, and more importantly, you let be. Whatever you see, in whatever form, you don't question it, try to mould it to acceptable levels or see it with rose tinted glasses because that way, it will hurt your eyes a little less, even if it still does hurt.
Where is that place, where you don't need to hide love, or disguise it under pretexts or civilised notions of expression, where if you feel like kissing your loved one, you do, right then and there, without having to worry who's watching, or more importantly, that your loved one will kiss you back.
My soul searches for such a place, where it doesn't matter how imperfect or perfect you are, what matters is "YOU" are "YOU". Unique in every damn way, even if it is in being same with something or someone.
Where oceans meet, not to ravage the land, but to run alongside it, and carrying a bit of the land with it, wherever they go. Or where the land does not become a barricade for the oceans, but guides it to wherever it wants to go and just be there for it.
Decades have gone by, I believe half my life is over, yet I don't know if I'll ever find this place. If this place even exists. But the search continues, some may say that's just like finding a soulmate, maybe it is, maybe it's not.
All I know is my search is not connected to one person, one place, one story, one thought, one look. It's a continuity that I hope to see, where each day is like the previous one, giving everyone in that world, to be truly free. Free enough to choose they don't want to be, and yet not get judged about it.
P.S.
I know this is a departure from what I write usually, but sometimes prose can capture thoughts more accurately without having to force them into a string to make it rhyme, hence.
The place where thoughts and reality meet, and there's not an inch of difference in them.
The place where friends are just that...friends, not analysers of behavioural patterns and demeanours.
Where absolutes remain absolutes, and are not diluted based on a small thing we like to call "perspective".
Where is that place, where you just can be, and more importantly, you let be. Whatever you see, in whatever form, you don't question it, try to mould it to acceptable levels or see it with rose tinted glasses because that way, it will hurt your eyes a little less, even if it still does hurt.
Where is that place, where you don't need to hide love, or disguise it under pretexts or civilised notions of expression, where if you feel like kissing your loved one, you do, right then and there, without having to worry who's watching, or more importantly, that your loved one will kiss you back.
My soul searches for such a place, where it doesn't matter how imperfect or perfect you are, what matters is "YOU" are "YOU". Unique in every damn way, even if it is in being same with something or someone.
Where oceans meet, not to ravage the land, but to run alongside it, and carrying a bit of the land with it, wherever they go. Or where the land does not become a barricade for the oceans, but guides it to wherever it wants to go and just be there for it.
Decades have gone by, I believe half my life is over, yet I don't know if I'll ever find this place. If this place even exists. But the search continues, some may say that's just like finding a soulmate, maybe it is, maybe it's not.
All I know is my search is not connected to one person, one place, one story, one thought, one look. It's a continuity that I hope to see, where each day is like the previous one, giving everyone in that world, to be truly free. Free enough to choose they don't want to be, and yet not get judged about it.
P.S.
I know this is a departure from what I write usually, but sometimes prose can capture thoughts more accurately without having to force them into a string to make it rhyme, hence.
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