A decade ends soon

It is the day of pondering. Or, it could be the day of something else.

Thoughts fly through, as if I have my eyes closed and there is a mental slide show attached to my inner eyelids.

The images are the recorded images of my recent experiences and some past ones. Also images and creations of artists come through the slide show. I listen to Bread's "Make it with you" and suddenly, or rather gradually find bliss instead of insomnia.

Pain is around me, not in me. The weather is a bit dry because of the season, I miss the rain, maybe to wash away some of this pain around me, maybe for cleansing my soul. That rain could hit our dry skins and produce that sweet smell of clay, the clay that we are made of.

Alan Parson's "Eye in the Sky" plays now. I go from bliss to creepiness.

I like this, I like my mood to change like the weather; after all, we are one with this world, why pretend to be better than all that that surrounds us?

I give into the world that I live on.

I am free.