where are the people I want the most in this state of mind, during this state of affairs?
Sitting on the airplane, looking at the moonlit clouds outside, I am wracked by sudden emotion. Is anybody there? No.
Then why do I myself and the world a disfavour by calling these people my closest ones, my support system etc etc. True, the very thought of them gives me strength. But shd it always be restricted to thought?
And I think all this. Yet, it doesnt matter. I am as much in love as I was before. I am consumed, possessed. What I think doesnt make an iota of difference to what I feel.
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