Sometimes you dont want the journey to end...you dont want to reach the destination.
the music is good, there is a wonderful breeze about...you are moving...you just wanna flow.
and...for a change , you actually feel alive.
In between times are a funny spot, they are a blank which you cannot fathom. In a strange way akin to a lull before a storm.
And the more I write about it now...it also feels like a dream I must snap out of.
