before anything else, on the way home i was moonstruck. the gibbous moon above the horizon in an almost empty night sky is nothing new. and so the feeling is also not new. it is still the same old feeling of staring at the moon. still shooting at the moon.
the moon moves too slow. sometimes i think it stops moving. or is it just my mind moving too fast?
this war i am fighting rages on. i have no feeling of quitting. but this hacking and slashing through the endless hordes in this battlefield of life is becoming too slow. it's like i have been doing this for a thousand years without a break. they keep coming, one after the other. i keep hacking and slashing. and did i mention, they keep coming and coming. i don't really feel tired of hacking and slashing. i feel bored of the monotony. sometimes, it feels like things become so routine that everything moves in slow-motion. during these slow-motion times you get to think of a lot of things. and you keep on thinking of a lot of different things. all these are while you wait for your blade to cut through the horde. you could even see and ponder upon each sweat dripping slowly to the ground. you even have all the time to feel sad for each drop of blood and recover from the reality of pain. and you keep on thinking a lot. you have so much time to think, you have already seen almost all the scenarios. they keep coming and coming. you keep hacking and slashing. it becomes like cutting down grass. endless sea of grass. at first, you feel so pumped up like it's your first time conquering hordes. in the long run, it seems silly screaming your heart out cutting down grass. your mind wanders off. you ask yourself, why were you doing this in the first place. don't ask. just hack and slash your way through. the moment you stop is the moment they will overwhelm you.
