There’s this craving that won’t be satiated no matter what I did, no matter where I went. The soul seems seeking something I do not know. How can I look for something when I do not know what I am looking for? This feeling. It’s weird. It’s outlandish. And yet deeply familiar. Like it’s meant to haunt my days like this.
A feeling that’s chasing the more I run.
Everywhere I turn, there are eyes loaded with gloom and there’s nothing I can do to take that away. These faces have no mouths and yet they talk. The words they utter seem from a different world. They have no sound. How am I to comprehend something I can’t even hear? Yet I try. They laugh at me, them muffled words. I laugh at them because I am afraid.
A laughter that I hope can guise my fear.
The mind is working overtime, all the time. Doesn’t take a breather, that tiresome bitch. Won’t rest, won’t allow me some jest. And I keep hoping that the river will bend. Leading me to where I want to be, rather than where I ought to be. Books, walks, friends, talks, don’t mean much right now. If I can put my mind to peace, I may somehow match up the pace.
A pace that gets faster the more I try to reach.
#MindlessMusings
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Asha Seth
Asha Seth 
Glad to know I’m not the only one who feels this.
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Well, I am partially relieved to know I have company. But I wish you’d rather not be there, in that space as I am.
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At times, mind itself become devil-like and haunt us.
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I see words in my sleep I see paragraphs in my mind I see full stories dying to be told in my soul.
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That’s brilliant, Jerry. Shows how passionate your mind is about all the writing you wish to do.
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The curse of a writer, a mind that works constantly in speculating, questioning, imagining. You, my friend and doing great and I for one which you peace of mind, as well as piece also but I love how your mind allows you to write so well and so consistently.
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Looks like it is something my brain has become accustomed to, for which I am glad because without that, the constant battle I find myself in, mentally and physically, I’d be totally lost.
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Well you always have someone to help, should you need it, in me.
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It’s like me talking to myself and you put into words all that must of us feel. Thank you for writing this.
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It was me sweating it out but you make it sound so glam. Thanks, Yas.
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Your posts are so effortlessly done. I admire your gift for writing.
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yes, feelings like this appear ever so often, but they can’t stick around forever…
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True that, dear. For me, it lasts as long as I have not written it down and then it’s washed out.
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Writing is always the answer…
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Your experience sounds familiar. The itch to grow is too nagging, but one won’t be able to satiate the desire by accumulating friends, talks, wealth or honey. It’s the call of the Nature within oneself to expand to the infinite – which is not possible by physical means! Ah, its the first step to what they call ‘spirituality’. Enjoy it, close your eyes, and start watching your breath. A Guru will show up.
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A nice take! I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. I shall wait for the guru.
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