Quiet.

Its quiet now.

And as a person, I don't think I'll ever be able to physically change that.

I just realised, and maybe its been in me all along, that first and foremost, I enjoy my solitude to a fault. Probably a big fault but I guess that's for you all to decide rather than me.

Today, in the midst of the afternoon, in a tempest of emotions, I grabbed my messenger bag and jumped on the first bus that rolled towards my general direction.

I did not need to talk to anyone. No one asked of me anything. Everyone was too caught up in their own worlds. I would like to think that we were all stormy adventurers, heading out into the unknown, because we can. Because we were able to. Because our world was not right and we had to solve the injustice, the insecurities, the inept-ness, the stupidity of it all in the best way that we could.

Scattered memories dashed on the concrete floor

Too many reminders to try and win this war

Twisted realities crashing down from the sky

Heavy rain blurs the obscurities in my eyes

Try and stop me. I dare you.