After a long time I finally thought about a story, there have been many but none that made me describe my inside, just to pour it outside.
more than 45 days back home and I did paint, I did play guitar, I did made some more of the so called Green's Mind raps and I did had a good time.
In all this I was with people living my life the way I want to and god does it not feels good to finally be the person one wants to be? I'm that person I always wanted to be.
On my way back this last time I again ended up with someone on the way who poured out his heart in front of me. It's incredible that whenever I go home, I find someone who does find it absolutely important that I should know about them. The way they open up and then the way they tell me as if they have to, it's incredible.
I remember the guy who was in army playing golf every other day and all he would think about is his kid and wife. He told me that life is incomplete without the family no matter if I'm flying a fighter plane or if I'm hitting golf balls off the ship's wreck.
Then that girl who broke up with her boyfriend after 5 years relation, I still don't know if I even started that talk. All I remember is that she was telling me the whole thing from A to Z, and that guy who god married by an accident and a fractured arm. So far I think it was the funniest and most romantic love stories practically heard by me.
After 2 long years and everything in between, the rules, the codes and everything I did to change or to analyze myself, for the things I have lost and found, to a new life I have found. I'm happy.
It's incredible to find that I talk in a rather weird way these days, making people laugh their ass out.
My friend wanted to do some purple haze last night; he thought what I can come up with if I try it. I remember the night was indeed freaky with the movie and stuff we were talking about. We were playing this one legendary VA cd that was street rap. Some dudes were selling that on the street corner when my friend bought it for $2 and god that shit was awesome.
And then everything was slow, night was at its most lonesome hours. She was pure magic, her voice was reminding me of the music that use to be poetic, her questions and concern was reminding me of the young love that is like a mystic truth, a young love making you old before your time. I wish moments like these can be captured in a frame of mind that makes them so vivid that one can actually travel back time whenever needed.
Life is beautiful.
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