From the last few years…

I have been becoming strangely restless inside.

I don’t know exactly when it began.

But solitude has started feeling soothing.

Silence… somehow more comforting.

I don’t feel like explaining externally to anybody or myself anymore.

The noise that once entertained me
sometimes exhausts me now.

Crowds feel really crowded.

Conversations feel too much.

And somewhere within…

something seems to have changed.

I cannot name it.

I only feel
that the rhythm I once moved with
is no longer belongs to me.

Some days,
I want to walk without knowing where.

Some days,
I want to sit without doing anything.

There is no great nirvana.

Just a quiet subtle pull.

As though something within
has already turned
towards some different direction…

I cannot see.

Perhaps this is what happens
when the soul begins to recognise
its destination.

The world remains the same.

But somehow… we begin to move differently through it.

Perhaps the destination
doesn’t need to be known.

Perhaps knowing the direction
is enough.

And for now… I am simply walking.