Life is motion
..while waiting for the eggs to boil or while waiting for the onions to turn reddish brown, I often find myself looking out through the metal framed window of the kitchen. I see the same thing everyday; a river of cabs or so I call it…a banal view, yet compelling…there is definitely something to it, something I have yet to learn… where are the cabs headed towards? Why do they keep coming back? I have answers I realize, but not ones that’ll satiate the reaper.
The wheels simply roll by incessantly even in the wee hours of the night.
No wonder ama made me listen to this song..
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