Something of Myself
Saturday, March 21, 2009
I want to go away to the Hill. It is the only place that stills me. Everything inside me calms down.
I want to make a movie. On women - fallen women, angels, housewives, working women, corporate snooty, hip cat, mothers, lovers, betrayers - faceless, nameless, countless women. Their lives. Untold stories, unacknowledged sacrifices...
I want her to come back soon. I feel empty. A weird sense of incompleteness. A state of being.
I want to quit. And I want to start all over again.
I do not want to do the PhD anymore...it's a dream that will remain unfulfilled - without regrets.
I want to run to the Hill. Until I find myself. And then, vanish...into oblivion...lost in the crowd. I don't want to fit in and I don't want to stand out. Enough of this.
I want to drink. To my failures. For I have learnt from every single one of them.