last hit middle bit first fit

I know well

That the June rains ...
Just fall.

- Onitsura

yes, you read the title right.. yet another month gone, and yet another hesitantly eager step towards a ponderous tryst with a sun-in-your-eyes future. as always, every thing done opens up a treasure trove of more to do. almost unwillingly we wake to see yet another blue sky tinged with fluffy ash-grey clouds skidding past like comfortable thoughts tumbling down a dark passage of doubt. almost willingly we grit our teeth and shrug our shoulders in defiance of the insipid nothingness that mundane days and inane nights throw in our general direction.

sometimes i notice the swagger in my step is strangely amiss, the flash in the flame oddly aloof, and i wonder.. is this really how the rest of my life is gonna be? was this how my life used to be before i discovered the innate mechanisms of my mind? but i know the brain cells i killed in the process died a selfless death.. unfortunate collateral damage in the yearning for a higher plane of consciousness. and i have no regrets.

will i still be me, or am i to find another wholly undiscovered me to be.