At many points of time these days, I wish. I wish for many things, but at most times, I find myself wishing that things could be a lot simpler than what it is. I wish that moments can be lived in for the sole pleasure of itself, and that life consisted of a cornucopia of such moments. But now they are preserved, so intensely treasured, treated as memento, as relic, because life trudges, or thrums steadily on (however you would see it), stopping for no one.

Thought paints memory in coloured dreams. In the hearts of many hang the tunes of lost songs, and dusty dreams that have long been pushed aside. But every once in awhile, these songs come to life, and these dreams reawaken. Every once in awhile. Mostly we live as people who know where we are going, or what we are going to do.

It is true that memory is the sense of loss. It is the recalling of things that are in the league of the 'have-been's -the resurrection of them. But we do not dwell on them, usually. Who has the time to? 'Today' attacks our senses with a ferocious relentlessness that leaves us with at best, pockets of time to grasp the scattered thoughts and bind them together to be stored at a distant corner in our minds. From these, our heart of hearts is formed. And it is what is within our heart of hearts, that we find ultimately matters, when the coin being flipped is in the air, or when we are faced with the fierce pull of both sides of this thing called 'choice'. These are the things, the thoughts, that if taken out and laid before us to finally be sorted out, can transform us, or completely destroy us.

We are all lost children seeking our way home. Where is home? What is need?

I will break the tethers of need, one by one, till I find in myself the need for only One.

But of course, the general consensus remains avoidance. I guess that's what keeps most of the world going everyday. We live how most people do, we get by, and fade into just another face on the train, just another passerby.

If thoughts were broadcasted, the world would be crippled by the sheer weight of them.
..Or maybe it's just me.

Ah, dreams. :)