Its always good, people.

 Its always good to return to the same old place and pretend you were still here all along. Its always good to pretend; pretend you are suffering, pretend you are lost and pretend about the wealth of people in your life, when you are trying to balance a stone on top of a stick.

The stick was on the ground all along and will the fall of the stone suffice to be bold enough to touch? Oh people oh my people. 

What is the fun part of a burning cigarette I wonder, is it the smokiness of it, or the cloudy feeling deep within or that you like playing with things a little bit, a little bit more.

And does smoking really kills? But so does anything, people. Its always good to pretend you are lost when you are not. That your eyes are still well and worthy, and can differentiate the color green and blue and the one between them two.

The phrases we hear, cold beer, hot coffee (or even ice), the association of senses with the taste that one certain invokes a feeling of another. Ice and Hot, they don't exactly taste the same, does it?

To sit in a place and to stand, what do you hold and what holds you? You hold yourself, maybe personality, integrity, confidence or the opposite and the thing holding, the chair, couch, bed, floorings? What can be the exact opposite of chair I wonder my people, is it standing up? Chair is associated with sitting and the bed with sleeping, and if you stand on either of them, you aren't so good, people.

I breathe the air I can't see, eat the food whose taste doesn't resonate with its visuals, smell whatever that goes to my nose and listen what my attention catches. Do I need to constantly trouble myself thinking the night of 16th March? or 31st of January? or the dates which I don't remember but the thing that gives me a vivid memory of things. Remembrance becomes a way to cope when you can't find another way to provide the things that has passed by.

There is always a type of question associated with anything, that when you are supposed to strike the iron when hot, but this time actually you just wait. Not act. See the red going back to its old iron color. And few minutes, but the iron still exists without the strike.

And lick the iron? Or use it to smack a face or two? or shove its head to  the ground below, like a flagstand? (only if it is long enough) Thoughts people thoughts. 

Science always spoils the fun of curiosity even though the scientists thinking scientific explorations are lured by curiousity is true. Now if I ask why the Sun rises from the east and not west, there's always a point of location but that is never the answer I need.

There are questions in head people. Sometimes they speak out, sometimes I speak out, sometimes they want to speak out but I do not let, sometimes I want to speak out but they do not let but there are some questions people, questions that spruts out even if I do not let. Is that the border of being sane?

There are thoughts in everyone's mind and it is you who can act. And when thoughts take over, you become helpless. Maybe that is the thing people. From the man who mutters in the street to the man giving speeches, how do they differ? Is it the words or the ears that listen them?

Have a pleasant evening, my people.