Breathe

The past seems like a different time.

I am glad to be out of the rut which I was in, where sadness, pride, control, fear, doubt, anger, tension prevailed all the time. All the people around me, the places,then and now, such a vast difference. At this moment, I am grateful to all the wonderful people around me,  people whom I always dreamed of meeting one day , whom I never believed could exist , even if they did , I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet them.

A sense of belonging, people whom you don't often meet, but when you do it is always like old times, always.

someone who knows exactly what you mean to say,

who is as weird as you are, 

when all you need is a look,

or you can just talk about books, books and books,

curse the philosophers for their language,

 

who you can lie next to and stare at stars for hours,

or just lie down upon the dewy grass ,

or on the bare asphalt,

look at the world upside down, 

the cars whizzing past by,

contemplate about the clouds going to conquer you, 

swear that you can see a stairway to heaven,

laugh for hours without knowing why,

To be able to breathe freely.