The shock of all around or the fear or fascination, left the obsession just like the winds, as well as the incidents of moving. These are making me more scattered. Seems like the logic also became unreasonable at the time. The heart runs like a particle and runs on one truth to another and faces illusion. When dense fog covers the sun, that sun can’t be a lie as well as it is not possible to tell the fog as untrue. The nature has spread the mystery of cobweb. The paper plane flies as BOEING 707 or Fat man or Little boy! Destruction or humanity both are in our hand. Maybe people would put barbed wire over the skies if they could! Now a day’s people are refuges! They are in earth yet nowhere to go! What a heck! Who are alien then? These are all too confusing. Whereas have to live in this distraction and to focus on living.
Distracted yet focused on living!