Hiatus

Farewell. For now.

Thanks for reading.

For Japan

Japan. Our prayers and support are with you.

May you heal from this, recover and rise again.

The Mime speaks

Actions speak louder than words.

Everyone's heard that. But there are some people some annoying people...for whom the doers will do. But they are just deaf or blind or both. They see you jumping for them, they see you fighting for them, they see you protective of them. They see you crying for them. And they stare at you apathetic wondering why you are twisting your body into knots they thought did not exist. Because these knots even the scouts weren't taught. These knots are proof of a special and significant effort and contribution which has perhaps deserved applause or atleast a pat on the back or a nod. Who cares about people and their acknowledgment?... no one at least that is until they are deprived of it. We are all drama queens. And clowns. We spray water outta the flower on our colorful shirts and create a circus with our own personal chaos.

But nobody listens to a clown. The sounds of their own laughter drown out his words.

And nobody sticks around to talk to a mime because its useless.

But what when the mime speaks?

Is it then not worthy of attention?

Isn't it?

Is it?

................ It is, Isn't it?...........

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And then here's another interesting thought.....what would finally make a mime speak?

Then...........suddenly

Everything's changed. I know change is the only constant.

But I believe everything has changed. Completely now

No room for the past, except in memory.

Things that meant the world....seem like they are part of alien worlds, distant worlds.

There are times when I stop running in the day and in the silence I recall the memories of a past rich in history.

I feel like the slate has been wiped clean. Indeed this feels like the second part. A sequel.

Like bang! everything begins again. But different. With different people, and different music and different relationships. The past remains trapped in the old box*. Locked perhaps for reference

The new is out there.. dug its feet in the ground and ready to pounce on me like I'm an unsuspecting prey. But I'm better prepared. Ready to take the leap myself.... and that is the most important part. The fact that I'm ready to take the leap....

And when we collide...the new and I...my hope is that it makes for a great story.

My will is determined that it will be