I don’t know what to call this, may be my travelogue or just a collection of my random thoughts. Whichever way it gets described it has begun. I have started gathering mass and now rolling slowly and building momentum. What percolates down 84 layers of skin transcends to heaven when all ceases to exist. It vibrates and gives vent to all energy. It gets violated when I get pushed around, it loses hope when a vein is severed, it mocks me when wet cheeks surface from the corner of darkness, it reminds me that I can cause pain and only I can love. I am told I need to nurture and care, for when all ceases to exist and only I will remain.
All enveloped in ash and soot burning fire upon the mortals of the realm only I will be dancing atop the corpses. I will look beyond the hills, un-focus myself and get ready to drown all in my glory, then the mother beckons from downhill, calling her flesh to come home, get enjoined at the hips and breathe my last, silence till the end…..
