Three years and running

Three years of PhD over. How many more to come?

It's like being in the middle of the ocean on a scrawny little boat. Plus, the boat is leaking and the compass is not working (Though, to be fair, someone did warn me that the compass was a bit rusty). There are occasional storms and the like, but most of the times it's just unbearably sunny.

Sometimes big ships pass by. At other times there are the aeroplanes.

On some days I wonder if I'm rowing around in circles. Who can tell?

On the positive side, I love the starry night and the blue of the sky and sea. Was it just to see this sight that I came so far from the shore? Perhaps.

A Sign

Here is a sign.

Make what you will of it.
Take what you will.

I shall pretend as if
nothing was ever said;
and you, have never heard
nor read nor seen nor smelt.

With this I give meaning
to a blank page, a yellow wall;
With this I breathe life into
my wings and fly tall.

With this I add colour to
a glass of water bland;
With this I create of the
water another land.

The world will roll on, nothing
has changed. Yet we know
that something has changed.
There was no fire, yet it burns.

Said, unsaid; between the eyes,
passed in glances; like a sigh.
You may have heard it, it was
not the wind: it was a sign.