Tucking my second shoes, fitting my second toes and setting my color layered second eyes, I set out to sail my new journey with her. When I entered her green zone to open my feelings, an abrupt absurd foot print joined her tender tracks. That was precise enough to push me to her friend zone and leave an impression inside me. The signs said she was a wrong turn. I came back, released all my second suits and embraced the second warm womb which gives me solace every night. Things around us are just an extension of what we are. Dress to skin, feet to shoes, and eyes to shades, signs to significance and bed to womb because the medium is the message. Well, now with my chillum I am leaving to my second state of meditation – Trance.
Ashwin Muralidharan in trance.
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