Sweet sadness

Morning was misty and so were the eyes. Secluded from the world by steel walls, this time the experience was unique. It felt like floating on an endless wave. The feeling and the emotion was more real, as if it was touched, as if it was tasted. It was the cry  of  the presence. The shift has happened. Dwelling in the sorrow of absence is replaced with the feelings of presence. All this while, It was about being lonely but not alone. This time it was being alone but not lonely. Tears of presence felt sweeter than the tears of absence.

My traveler heart -1

Yes I like it, but I don’t want to own it, yes it’s sweet but I wont taste it. Yes its killing, but I want to live. Different life; separate routes. I choose to stay on the cross road for a moment, but I am just standing there Oh fellow traveler! I am just admiring the landscape. But I will move on, my journey is endless and I love being in it. So don’t look for me when I go away, I have no reasons to give you, I am as unreasonable as my life. Agreed, it is a pretty sight, let me have a picture of it in my heart and then I will do what travelers do.....I will move on. Hope I'll find you again in a different time and a space.