At peace. At a place. Not so far from my place. But closer, enough to be insignificant. Sitting on a bench. Cool evening breeze. Bats flying. Runners running. Dogs barking. And I'm listening.
My mind seems to be clear today. I have no conviction of doubt's existence. My thoughts are free. My thinking still. My mind is at the present. At this park. On this phone. Noting down these things I see. I'm not bothered by the past now. I'm not worried about the future.. I am like the shadow that exists only under this particular light. The present is light. The light fading in the present.
Old men walking along a triangular path. My bench is on one of its sides. They greet each other. They miss me. I miss me.
I have been away. Away from myself. It's time to come back now. Go back.
My mind seems to be clear today. I have no conviction of doubt's existence. My thoughts are free. My thinking still. My mind is at the present. At this park. On this phone. Noting down these things I see. I'm not bothered by the past now. I'm not worried about the future.. I am like the shadow that exists only under this particular light. The present is light. The light fading in the present.
Old men walking along a triangular path. My bench is on one of its sides. They greet each other. They miss me. I miss me.
I have been away. Away from myself. It's time to come back now. Go back.
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