come in all shapes and sizes and textures ...
There's the light misty cloud of happiness that settles over you ... you know it feels good now .. but there's no way to say if it'll be followed by a pleasant shower or a torrential storm .. but uve sworn to shuddup and enjoy it while it lasts ...
There's the brazen wave of joy that engulfs you in its glory and leaves you drenched in its goodness ...
There's the hot wind that comes from the desert, literally strips you of life, leaving you dry and barren ...
There's the pinprick - sharp, shortlived, but quick to draw blood as soon as it touches you ... you don't see this coming, and u sure as hell didn't anticipate exactly how painful it would turn out to be ...
There's the foggy Delhi winter ... stifling and blinding in their uncertainty ...
There's the pool of Evian .. by which of course i mean that sudden flash of clarity that suddenly sends every kind of cloud scampering away and let understanding (of self/ others and sundry) dawn upon a befuddled mind ...
They make us who we are, yes? Then why stop thinking? Why tire of it ever? :-)
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