A detached existence

Some blog posts aren't meant to make much sense. This is one such.



Detached, aloof, wandering, watching the world from dizzy heights above.
A bird's eye. A desire to fly. To lose all cares and soar high.
Transported to a different reality. A different life.
Not making sense of the world around.
Much ado to know myself,
and yet remain,
unknown.


3 comments:

yppah said...

sense or not, nice post.

Kiran said...

:)

phoenix said...

the waters run deep... :)

 
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