july 19, 2002
1:00 am too late for music

Loud heartbeats that muffle the sound of passing vehicles. Did i walk too fast? Or when did inane exchanges made me feel such desperate longing? Is it true that people hide from life through mush and by fooling themselves? Or the truth is I've been covering under my veneer of sarcasm and cynicism? I can no longer tell...
I have always dreamt of India. Maybe her history, mystery , poverty and depth will give me answers. Maybe then I will begin to understand, to learn, to accept and compromise without succumbing to conversations about pink sheets. I've been through that, it gives you instant gratification but conversations about sheets, superheroes and friends who break dance are shallow. I want someone who will regale me with his stories of discovery, laughter and sorrow. I want someone who will tell me what's beyond the blue ocean ....