Khost, Khowst, Afghanistan
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The moon has tonight glowing like some kind of pale afternoon. It’s half past another start of December even further withdrawn from the reality I used to know, but my words again still hold silent upon the tongue like a speech for the masses that no one’s attending. I’ve coiled towards reclusive and fixed on a day to day filled with dust and arbitrary chatter, but I remain unclear of just how far afield I’ve managed to trek. This place is like an off-leash dog park for the feral mind, with ample room to roam and very few constraints. It seems an unforgiving game but I can’t stop playing; recklessly challenging my own margins and buoyancy against distress, solitude, and the inability to thoroughly socialize with anyone. I wonder how gone can I get, how far can I go whilst still bringing me back to the better side of me, but I’m not overly concerned nor am I confused. I suppose only time will tell, but for now I’m going to remain onward as I have been all along, striving to expose wisdom within the otherwise obscured, stimulating the senses with imagination, and refreshing a confidence that in life resiliency within everyone, is everything.
