SMS : Save My Soul!

holidays. every mother's gone his or her way back. those who remain are lost in their own world... no need to message me, and no need to message them.
message alert. heart races. is this the message...the one message that iv always awaited- the life changer, the end of the long black and white rainbow, the sunshine, the ambition; absolute and intense contentment?
its a number with which a puja at the madurai meenakshi temple can be done and the remains of the divine -the prasadam- sent to your house, all for fifty bucks.
siiggghhhh.......
somebody needs me...

stagnation

was it all just for the learning then? is that all thats happening- new experiences to learn from? isnt it the experience itself that matters? what matter? "whatsssss there"?
it doesnt have to be one thing, its everything and its nothing.
an exception to everything....an exception to exceptions even.
its so perfect.... its a perfect imperfection.... its perfect in its imperfection.
the scope of "perfect".
its everything and its nothing. all at once.
"it" doesnt need to be explained. just go on ahead................ stop thinking motherfucker!
i dunno what to say man.