Journal Writing Define

Letting your mind wonder , thoughts transformed to letters, written... more like imprinted to paper, with guide lines, so text can not  stray away and be on its right path while written, permanent. Till a miss fortune causes the keeper of words to whither and die.

Fitting In

Fitting in ...should I just settle for that term and blend in my surrounding.. Camouflage , hidden, disappeared.. A near shadow of my individuality,.. Is this the comfort zone? Or the real fitting in is to be one with myself , my soul exposed as a aura, as the needle in the haystack... Remembered.. different .. Or just plain weird...well life is too short... Like a cloud of smoke , blown carried away by the wind .. Then faded, best to exist...so what side have I chose . The side that I already have chosen, which define myself , which is also entwine with my emotions .. Feelings .. Or just a plane thought..which, I may be that needle in the  hay stack .. But there are so many that are just like me .. So who to say that there is only one needle dwelling within.. If u feel like me , we are already the ones who are fitted , un-compromised by the norm of society , separated , looked on different .. A footstep taken by few .. But admired by most .. Stomp as hard as you can and make your foot print solid.. And enjoy the imprinted within others ..the true fitting in.. Engraved.. A Subcontinent to the rest.

Gotta Luv

 Gotta luv these nights , when I sit here in a trance, and the only light that traces my skin are just barely piercing through the trees and buildings, knowing the only light that shows my path are street lights and momentary moving vehicles which light up the darkness just as it wisps by, but for that lil moment the natural silence was haltered from the man made creation, how easy the silence can be destroyed, but how easy it can be healed and regain, and that's when you notice !, natural silence is not silent at all , while the wind passes through the layers of grass and trees , and the faint noise of animals and bugs alike find its way to you, so another question arise, can you ever be alone ?, or is it consider that the surrounding of any individual you are not aware of or never up hold an convo, a stranger is entwine with the meaning , hence I'm surrounded with people but still alone !? Too many questions but never enough answers, so that's why I sit back and enjoy the nights,so complicated but yet, o so simple ..hmm, Gotta luv these nights