I tried, I tried to encapsulate my soul. To put it all in a chest and burry somewhere far..far away where any eye could not reach it. But it rose again in my heart as it was buried there not anywhere else. It was I who was running away from my own self.
What the hell I was thinking when I gave myself away to the tornadoes? Why did I not take my own responsibility? Why I jumped off the cliff?
But now, when the wild wind has thrown me on the stony mountains, my head has struck to a rock and I am bleeding. I have become fierce. I am ready to kick the world’s ass! And as I am already out. I am free.
Inspired by: http://iithinks.wordpress.com/2014/08/14/songs/
All of the inventions awake certain emotions. An atom bomb signifies disaster so it can be associated with cruelty. Light bulbs are associated with light, thus happiness and clarity. Clock, on the other hand, has each and every emotion mixed up. The ticktick of clock can be a “time bomb” for many and for many it is like standing a a queue waiting for opening a brand shop with 75% off sale; packed with happiness, hopes, excitement! Clock also has a feeling of imprisonement. It reminds that we all are prisoners of time. Whatever the good or bad it comes with, we are bound to wait. Whatever the mood we are in we are bound to go on with time. Time is also a healer, but it can be a slow poison too. From the first cry as a baby to the pit-fall cry, from being a kid to a man or women, time kept us imprisoned and has the ability to mould our emotions, reactions and ultimately, whole lives.
Time work in two dimesions what we are now, we were not and we are the same who used to be kids some time ago.