The Circle_ part II

_ journey from point "x" to "x".....with all the bz cz, dz,...inbetween....* is "x" the point? ...OR... the "In Between" ???

...the question remains.

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Why do the things that turn us on so magically, turn us off so easily.

Emotions so strogly felt, the only truths of those moments, the moment passes n they lose thier whole meaning. do "we" have this "on & off switch of passion", in our own hands?

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Why cant the intoxication remain till the last breath of our lives? Why do we have to see the death of those moments of indulgence, passion & life before death itself.

Why do i wake up?

why do i turn off?

Why do i see the end of the road?

Why do i crave for destination or destiny?

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someone said: "destination of all journeys is thier beginning". so may be there is nothing like "the end" or "the destiny"... its all a journey. Probably this journey is the life _ the whole point of our being.

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This does seems rational, but still I keep flickering, still I cant hold on to it, still every now n then, Im turned off.

I wanna get lost,

I wanna keep drunk,

I wanna feel the passion of every moment,

I wanna keep dreaming.

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But "my eyes" ...

...cant close my eyes.

They'r swollen, they hurt, but they dont close.

.....These "Eyes", dont let me "Dream".