Kariya, I Love You

A fresh breath of air, and the journey continues on that. The sun smiles again, and my will waits for the moon yet again. I can pack my trunks now much more relaxed - the weary baggage is hidden out of sight, and much of it is tarnished beyond recognition. Again, the desire burns to kiss a girl; again, new hues, that I had always missed, are found. The question of "for how long?" is banished for the time being into oblivion - fearlessness is new, and no ground is left for old moulds to fume.
The gray cells pop up again - with a vengeance they ask me, why had you forsaken us? There's no answer - there's no reason. Cowardliness? Yes, but why? How come in a rebel? And of whom? But all such questions, even as they come, are brushed aside - I am too busy building castles in air to brush the cobwebs off. And for once they look to be of substance - at least, now. For once, there is the smell of past burns - and the anger to turn away from it. For once, there is disdain - to all the world; and for once, there is love - to all the world.

There are desires now - other than death, far removed from death, not of death. There is the world now - my possession.