Road to randomness...

And there are days, these days, they come often, when you want your space, no words and voice, no people, no noise.
I’ve nothing of substance to talk about, am all empty and topics have abandoned me for now.
Most is boring to me, meaningless small talks frustrate me.
What is it that stimulates my dull mind?
A change of place, or not to live life in a wasteful haste.
Forever there is a hurry, as though life is running out and I am unable to keep pace with it.

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Some solitude will probably help my case,
There is a need to breathe a lungful of fresh thoughts and provoking ideas
Oh I need a spot on Everest,
Contradiction is the language I speak, mind is a mix up and the concoction is a heady exaggeration
Yet, I long for that large space, where there is no need for words and mind will not play any games
Where I can construct a novel, or write a play, where poetry flows on a beautiful page
Romance with fantasies, be a whimsical bohemian stray

Purple is my colour, it seduces me to that road, less taken, almost forgotten….