Category: Weekly state (Page 2 of 25)

I’ve always been interested in the differences and shades that life offers.

How are humans brought up, what makes us seek the things we long for? What constitutes a societally rational longing and what is deemed as deviating? Who are we to judge the manifold intricacies of human nature?

Being inquisitive yet non-judgemental remains the major standard to uphold.

This week I was peeking, into realms beyond the cloud that I sleep and vegetate on. I was intrigued and surprised, all the while maintaining my curiosity without judgement.

It’s time to peek around, especially when we are sure of our current standing. It’s always good to challenge your view.

That’s why I put these shades on. Can you see me?

Beware of the moment that the Faraday cage breaks.

This week dear Papa has been contained, too dangerous to be let into the free world? I’ll never know, I do not know who is the bearer of the key that locks me in.

I have it reasonably cozy in here and there is not a single thing entering my sphere of influence. Am I locked in out is the rest locked out? I am screaming these thoughts from my cave in the mountains, screaming it into a pillow as I secretly do not want you to know.

I float in the halls and everything I think, is on hold until I think it again. Everything I move stays the same, as long as I don’t touch it again. There’s a sense of immediate power over surroundings that mitigates the feeling of powerlessness amid the relentless energy of time.

In the end, I debate whether I should dare to touch the cage and just see how strong the current is? Light massage or eternal sleep?

I walk towards the lock, as I come closer I see…

it wasn’t even locked.

Fatty fragrance hits my nose and I am stunned.

The guys in causal workwear, not even sure if they work here, ignore the beeps. What else is there to do if there’s nothing but beeps?

The alcohol has led to an epidemic. It is almost 2 in the morning and carbs are in need. What is usually regarded as trash is happily consumed. We are at the epitome of making ourselves happy.

Beeping of all kinds fills the room, making no one nervous but promising sweet relief for those in need of deep fried, frozen goods.

Sweet relief of salty pleasures tickle mu stomach. Heaven for a few minutes for the mishaps of the night.

Beep beep.

I know what’s coming and it repulses me. I love it.

Night leaves a few choices and I am not sure whether I am making the right one. Hello carbs, goodbye stomach.

Beep beep.

I am getting comfortable in the seat as I make my way back home.

There’s many places I call home, sometimes it is even just the company I am with. The only necessary and essential component is driving.

Are you ever home when there is no period of anticipation in between setting off to home and arriving? I need the nervousness in my stomach, the jiggly sensation of restlessness, the imagination of what is expecting me.

I envision people and places, past moments and what’s about to come. I am sweetly suffering because of the fact I still have hours to go.

The only relief is the knowledge of getting ever closer to making new memories.

Thanks for driving me.