Hokey Pokey

After a couple of months of quiet introspection and solitude, I find myself grasping clarity, almost. Of course, there was the confusion, the noise, the furor, the suspense and the occasional "wut, wut?!" But as I so often say, "At the height of confusion, there is clarity." And I waited, and waited. Till finally you start seeing the forest instead of the trees. No more storm clouds, no more 4-piece string orchestra playing descending chords and no more quiet.

No more quiet.

He found me. After 28 years and counting, that slumbering ogre of happiness decided to rub his sleepy eyes awake and send him first class directions to me. He is the answer to the geometric progression of those before him.

*poke* goes the weasel.

Damn I'm lucky. I had to go through a tricky questioning process and self doubt for a while. Does such a person exist? I mean, seriously, is he even for real? What's the catch?

No one rocks my boat the way he does. He is defiant, deviant and divine. He listens to soul. And mine has recognised its counterpart.

I have found my soundtrack and it's kickass. If there's a catch, I hope i'm it.