Life has always been those small stretches from the base...
My real base? Identity?...
I don't know.
Every time, I think about this I get a different answer.
Still... I know when I drive back to my base... I always feel it... And struggle through...
One of those rare evenings, when I laze out in my balcony I can feel my base.
Drifting away from the base takes no effort though it is a race sometimes.
Looking at an ECG like graph will give a feeling that the stretch from the base would be a struggle...
And the drive back in line with gravity...
I always felt the other way. Some force acting in the opposite direction...
I never came back to the same base... The base also changes.
May be, I just peaked the longest of those stretches...
Struggling the drive back...
Will take some time... ... ...
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