Feelings in SMS

My parents just left. Its a difficult walk back home when the train leaves. Its not easy to live with them but its difficult to live knowing they are old and need you.

Once you've shared your space with someone, its not the same after they leave. Its bigger and colder and quieter.

The monitor at home has lost the colour red. It only displays blue and yellow. Its really old and belongs to my house mate.

Its sad that all these feelings for my parents only come about when they are away. Not when they are near. I think sometimes I must be more patient and repeat it to myself asking the angels to make me more loving but so far it hasn't helped and this trip I have been selfish as hell. They got on my nerves. I was irritated because I wasn't well and had to drag myself through a tour of Mysore.
I hope and pray that by next time I'm a better person to them and to myself.

Tried to avoid shopping and decided to invest in a cycle in this city. It would be nice to meet someone now.

We are never where we were. We think we come back to people, to being similar but we never do, we are moving even when we try to sit as still as we can. Every muscle inside, every tiny bit of us and the whole planet. All moving at the same time. Walking away, toward and beyond.

Yours truly,
the walkway girl.