The Light Flickers..

Four years in a foreign land...

I ceased not to learn, I climbed and climbed and climbed...

Many of times, I look back..no most of the time I look back.. I reach out.. I reach out...

I could hear the Quiet.. inside me..calling me like an echo from a distant mountain blown by the wind..

It is a quiet not quite like silence, not quite like peace, not quite like stillness but quite like uniting all these together..

As the days pass, and the hours and the minutes, I long for it.. I thirst for it..

I want to stop. Just stop.

Drop everything and stop.