Give me a little time, maybe, to figure out the million things within, in isolation. Yes, it is the person who loves the world and all its people who's talking out here. But then, in all that din, the voice within has become obscure, the soul within me- missing.
Meaning, I need meaning in life. And I'm searching. Worldly ties, responsibilities and routines peg me down to the floor and curb my flight to freedom.
I wish I could escape and go for a bit of soul-search!
I'm glad a place like the terrace exists... where I can head for some peace, loneliness and thought.