The Theory of Many Selves

As he stood in the midst of the mild sunlight with the crowd streaming around him or him around them, he made the jump into the deeper recesses of his self. As he traversed into himself he caught hold of him, the five year old boy who tormented him in his mind. He entered his uncontrolled floating thoughts and devoured his satisfaction his sanity his … my rationality. I’m confused where he ends and I begin but of this much I am sure, that boy is not me estranged by whatsoever it maybe. He flies down to him... me.

The landscape is beautiful. It is the green of faded memory. There is moist blue and above all else the blazing sun in a clear sky-blue sky. The earth is brown but compact and has a gravelly texture.
I am in love.

 This much I know I … we all love ourselves beyond all else. As he stepped on the earth barefooted the muted thud travelled through my ear and by the synapses that connect body to mind entered my brain igniting a storm. The tears sprang down my … his cheeks. I made for him and gently clasped his hand in mine. Truly I hate this the pain that we cause to our self t'is most unbearable as it is enduring.

I am sorry said I to I.

I … he smiled. After all these years I have finally forgiven myself.

15 BI

Dear I,
              it has been 4 years since i met you. I knew i wanted to know you at the time i met you. 1 week later we were friends and ever since then we have trudged along the hierarchy called friendship. Now there you stand outside the pyramid smiling softly to all those within it. A world apart we reside in, you and I.
We sit on the swing staring at the world with unseeing eyes. We instead imagine the architecture of our minds.
Being with you is like being in a closed room with a single window with very thick curtains peeking through it to see the sunlight outside. The sunlight is clear slightly pinkish, clearly a rising sun. It is cool outside. You know you can open the window but you hold back because you know you have all the time in the world.
Yes, we shall never separate but neither are we one ; for where is the joy in That ? No we are distinct , symbiotic. Yes that's about right. We look at things and sometimes see light and sometimes dark but it is the many shades of grey which bonds us, connects us and therein lies our hope for a friendship that is as eternal.
There is more to write but it is still 15 BI
                                                                   Love R
PS : BI Before Isha

Here comes Tomorrow.

Dear I,
                Hope is mine favourite child. It empowers me to imagine, to concieve in my head what i see in the world and also that which i do not see in here. It also allows me to think of how it would perhaps to be out of the bottle than in it even if I am alone. We do not seek friendships we seek clarification. And some rare times we find that spark which we have sought. It nourishes us so that it is then we see that we were perfect anyway and what we really seek is the faculty to percieve it. Life is not about cycles but seeing the one true miracle of ' Infinite Posssibility '.
Yes that is it . The truth.
We can do anything. So let us be prepared, Here comes Tomorrow.
                                                                         R