untitled once more

I want to withdraw further into myself. I want no part of this environment, this world at this moment. I want to be alone, more alone than a solitary man stranded in an uninhabited island. I want no part in this charade called office life and the conundrum of daily passive existence. I want to delve into my innermost thoughts and soul.

I thought this is possible for an ordinary being like myself. But thinking is sometimes different than knowing. As thought is not necessarily the same as idea. I am trapped somewhere in between at the chasm of “belonging” and “not belonging”. Sometimes I even feel suspended someplace where time is warped and sanity is as irrelevant as a bike aboard a boat set adrift the vast sea. Where would a bike be useful when no land is in sight?

aridity

water runs dry
tears flow and dry up
perspiration seeps out of the pores, evaporates
spittle off a barker's mouth
rain washes over the earth and flows
seas, rivers, lakes, streams converge
water against aridity in a never-ending cycle.