everything is a dream and it’s moving fast oh it’s hard to hand the present over to the past so i don’t know where to start cuz i fear the end and all this transition into ‘remember when’ every day is sailing by drinks you dry but you’re balancing the world it never fails you’re last in line by design so you’re balancing the world all alone sometimes it’s hard to see when our cheeks are wet and the storms inside our hearts won’t let our heads forget that this is part of a life a chapter in the book that’s where one day we’ll sit back down and take a look every day is sailing by drinks you dry but...
Read Moredisclaimer: the following passages may need to be read several times to understand the intent, enjoy the carefully crafted personification, and relish in the meaning… sometimes, words are truly beautiful. sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. it happens to nearly everyone. you can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. it is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. the skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. its beginning has the pleasure of a great-stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the...
Read Morethe transition seems to be much easier than i anticipated, though there were some funny things that unexpectedly caught my attention… +i’ve been used to tuning everything out in hindi and perking my ears when i heard a familiar english conversation. suddenly being able to understand everything around me is exhausting me! +wedding rings, we didn’t have them in india. +starbucks…i think there were 29 in chicago’s airport. +women wear jeans and their shirts don’t always cover their backsides. in fact, they don’t really cover much at all. +men are no longer smaller than i am, but big and tall. did i mention big? +i can...
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