Dont you feel sometimes your driving down this Highway real fast and the breaks dont really work , no matter whats new no matter whats happening you just pass through it all and all thats left is a blurr.
I rember the people i use to see , i remember them in small ways , things which just hit you once in a while . A smoke with a friend under the local tree with the freindly neighbourhood mutt wathing you as you blow smoke rings . Insane conversations and at times comfortable silences . Confessions and degressions , pure love and even purer hatered. man those were the good old days , when you actually stopped and saw the world.
It seems to be something out of the past , something that i still am aware off , everything else is a blurr. The past two and half years , maybe a bit before that or maybe my complete life there are only these small memmories which piece it all togeather .
Maybe its something particular to me , for example i know of many who know things in complete immaculate detail, as for me i just know it was done , how and when and where , with whom some questions that i dont really have answers too.
Maybe it was not that importan, mayb it wont be that importan, but then at some level i feel History is imoportant even if its filled with just minorities. I mean atleast it lets you know where you coming from.
I mean yes there was Manipal and ther was Mumbai , but then the freshness of it is not as strong as it should be. Was it not that important for me , am i still waiting for that most memorable event to happen .
Man a little confused here, people acan just rattle off thesestories from their past , these memories of when they were kids , i cant remember all of those . The blurr returns adn nothing really matters .
Can you actually beleive this living in the moment and well the pasts a complete blurr of pfaces places and nothingness.
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