Today's the day of the ROM. It is a fine day, where the weather is cool and calm, unlike the the turmoils in my mind. Everyone asks, when's my turn, and yet, what could I have said? When I haven't even figured out who I am?
Many things remain undone, my life stuck between the inchoate and terminating stage. He looked so unchanged, and the other looked so different, and I marvel at the passage of time. Am I a beneficiary or a casualty? Or am I simply the bystander?
I remain far from my goals, or rather, mentally mired but physically pushed along places not of my own choosing.The fact remains; Who am I?
I long for the comfort of my words, my books, my mind. Things change, and that is unsettling.
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