Distancing.

Away from the rigid walls, pretentious face-decors, the monotony. I see us on the edge of a very predictive end. And thus, I’ve packed my bags to see how hope looks like, to find a place where I could sleep barefoot, laying myself down on some grass, looking above while the moon stays afloat during the day hours, and some trees in the foreground. I wouldn’t look at the sun, or search for it. The moon feels very much like my odyssey in this weird, bewildered world full of dead structures, inside and out. I’ve chosen the wild because it’s dangerous, unpredictable, real. It’s the only truth we could see today. I’m drowned in an utterly diabolical swamp of grief, anger, jealousy, regrets, hate. The wild shall wash away nothing but what is untrue, the unreal, the unauthentic self. The swamp shall turn into a garden of all the flowers I wish to smell. I shall sit down and dive into myself, the transcendence I’d meet would be the only absolute! #pindle #pindletravel #pindleindia #indiantraveller #shotoniphone #nagaland #india #pindleviral