Refuge

Lots of last minute packing to do and I am writing this post. The age old habit of giving importance to useless trivial stuff, when there are more pressing matters to attend.
A roller-coaster ride has it been. Words somehow dont seem to give way to whole turmoil down there. Lower the defences, one always has the option. Only one doesnt realizes, that one does. The intense desire to be loved is fatal. Wake up and realise its all epheremal. Bittersweet memories swirl around into an oblivion , like one is hurled into the air from a play cart. Momentary glide and then a free fall. Gravity defies none. And what does one think on all the way down ? How did it come to this ....