My journey has started today. The last six days have been amazing. Today I came out of that room as a transformed person. I felt as if I went to some other planet and after many years I came back to planet earth. I found myself again. Those forty-five minutes of everyday were painful, yet when I finished it everyday I could realise I already started travelling towards my destination a little by little. Rather, I have no destination. It's the journey, or the tale of travel, that matters. I travelled deep inside and it was an unraveling experience. Some things I could heal in these six days, while some are yet to be healed. I don't fear any more. The more I travel and lose myself, the more I could find myself.
I am always too conscious to enjoy anything, be it reading a book or sex. I end up asking myself that very moment too many questions that ruin the entire experience. I presume I have to travel inside more often to calm the storms. I would keep going back and forth to trace myself on the map everyday. The journey begins now...
I am always too conscious to enjoy anything, be it reading a book or sex. I end up asking myself that very moment too many questions that ruin the entire experience. I presume I have to travel inside more often to calm the storms. I would keep going back and forth to trace myself on the map everyday. The journey begins now...
