Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Hold my hand

It's not like I demand a lot from life. I ask but little here. I ask for a quiet spot where I can read the day's newspaper in peace, but I can't find one. The place is congested. I ask for a spot where I can sit without talking, but I can't find it either. I then ask for a spot where I can talk only to myself, a place where I can let myself be, a space where I can Think.

I ask to find this place for myself. I find that people are pushing me to this place. But I don't want to go there this way, I don't want to be pushed here. It's a place I seek, let me find it.