Music takes a long time to appease me.
The cool crisp evening breeze fails to soothe me.
I realise that I am turning blind...
to the awesome sunrises, sunsets and the still full moon.
My mind and feet does not take the path leading to divinity.
I find dreariness has turned dearer, so much that
it has become the sole source of inspiration for creativity.
Sometimes I lose grip of the things in my hand
both literally and figuratively...
Being kind to human beings seems so difficult!