strangely familiar
many a times while strolling down the thought lanes i halt i halt and become surprised and numb because despite being in company for thirty six years i rush into some moments of mystical strangeness as if "what am i doing here" everything appears and feels strange the body the surrounding and i indeed also feel inside these contains that i am being played and there is a sudden rush of "being lost" if i dont return because the familiar when estranged becomes strangely familiar though filled with void which i am only ready to avoid.