That is written on the back of a 05.08.2014 report, of which I only have the rectangle I tore from the page. And whenever I see it, I smile. So here it is.

Sometimes, I walk like an Egyptian for no reason — sideways with my arms at angles — or open my arms wide as if taking flight. It’s what the spirit inside wants to do.

and i let it be

It’s why I muse so much. Do we all muse like that? Thought yesterday that if I die, would I really be able to see my body left behind? If yes, then it’s just a vessel. Almost immediately, something about a chuckle in the darkness and the darned “it” being perhaps simpler than we think crept into my thoughts.

there is so much more, something bigger

than what we dabble in.