Sudden changes sort of leave the Panu stunned. But the city is beautiful now. Its all glowing softly in the afternoon and looks like a warm place to be when inside she is getting the first chills. Its all good, she says. Happens. It does happen. People go away. Its not a big deal.
So she's taken to the refuge again. Headed for the hills.
She is.
Going places.
Quite happy, she incidentally is. The life she leads is beautiful. Its cold, but then, beauty is best eaten cold.
So then she sings Dylan and says she's like a rolling stone.
I gather no moss. I flit. I flow. I move.
Love my randomness. Love my passion. Love the fact I am a fool, because then I can overlook so many things that others cannot.
I love myself as of now. For getting where I am now. Let me just take a breather and look around. Life is beautiful.
2 comments:
very well crafted story with nice selection of words. A salad of good witticism and harsh reality.
oh well i do make a good salad. i shall so make this into a food blog
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