Strawberry Fields.

.... Annnnnd is back :D

Anyone missed me?

No? NO? NOO??

Ok :|

I've been at peace for a while now.

I'm not cynical about my existence unnecessarily anymore. It's good, my existence. Everything is sort of falling into place, almost automatically. Here, 'everything' really means 'everything emotionally'. There are no hang ups for now and that makes me very happy.

I am not a patron of clubbing nights anymore. It's boring, the charade. However, I do want to dress up and dance. Just not grind with strange men. Not even dress up, really. Just Dance!

I am not bothered by most people now. I don't pull my hair out each time anything minutely human ticks me off. I ignore. They say ignorance is bliss. I am in no mood to argue that.

All this and so much more;

I am not bound by nothingness.

I am free.

What makes a person dubious?

I think it's a machinery. A machinery that validates the fact that what you see in people is a mixture of what you want to see in them and what they want to show to you. That, I think, is the root of all doubts.

Completely unrelated, I know. Nevertheless.

All the things I had been running away from have caught up with me. 

So now, I am free! I want to run around in my hot pants shouting that!

If only it wasn't this fuckin' hot...

"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever."