The Twenty First Birth

The journey is never so much about changing landscapes,as seeing them with new eyes........

Retrospective............




Strange how rainy days bring back so many memories............or maybe rite now im just too maladjusted to my new enviornment.................. unfamiliar faces..........strange voices.................












Strange......how those sheets of water conjure up images..........draw out pictures..........










it rained again today...........and reminded me of the countless periods spent in claassrooms......staring out of the window.............waiting for the bell to ring............wondering if it would rain while going back home.............of the countless mornings on which we came drenched to school............hoping to see a notice that declared it a holiday...............of the countless paper boats that were sailed in dirty puddles.............






pictures of iridescent umbrellas beneath the blackboard..........all there to dry......
















Oh............for a life of sensations rather than of thought...............

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