The Immature Mind

The mind is pretty immature in itself, always wanting to lure its head towards anything to fulfil itself, forgetting that what it has right here, right now is perfect. It is always contacting something outside of itself through a thought, when believed to be real and thus as if permission is granted, goes forth scheming,…

A Loving Bitch

It is very interesting how the mind works, hanging on not only on anything outside, as in a person out there, or a material out there, but also a state, or a personality experienced when I am asleep to what is lurking at the background. There was this instance, or a period of time, where…

Who am I?

When you ask me who am I, and I say, “I am”, I am no longer I but who I am; identified, named and labelled, limited by an image you contort. When I look at you from here; The moment I speak, I no longer speak from where I saw you; but still with constant…