JUST A PALE BROWNED-OFF BLOB

Recluse - am I one? Of the indifferent, ignorant and insouciant type?

Humans - their endless expectations. Work - its materialistic nature. How they asphyxiate and clog my cranium.

I dream. I walk. I write. I sit under a tree and watch the aurorae. I speak with them. I see young children play - inventing games along the way.

The chants beckon. The air resonates with idyllic intonations.

I float. I drown. I taste ecstasy. Water makes all burdens light.

Life searches for life. I scan the skies. Light-years I wait. And a glimpse I get.

Flames of restlessness engulf me. I wonder. I wander. I'm just a pale browned-off blob!

PS: I confess. I have no clue what I wanted to write. Heavily inspired by Carl Sagan's book. Au revoir.