The Balloon of the Mind

Hands, do what you're bid:

Bring the balloon of the mind

That bellies and drags in the wind

Into its narrow shed. 

(W. B. Yeats)

(Heart, do also what you're bid. We will forget him, you and I, tonight, like we did fifteen months ago.)

Must. Go. Away.

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For the first time in my life, I sense the urge of going away for my vacation. Like really going away where there's no or very limited amount of civilization. 

Some people really feel the need to go places they've never been to for their holidays. For me, staying in bed all day with books have its own wonders in refreshing and revitalising my mind, so I have never planned vacation away from home on purpose.

But with technology everywhere these days which makes it almost impossible for you to be out of reach, I now know that sometimes I must go so people will leave me alone and not keep poking me about projects. It will also probably cure my itch of doing a little this and that even when I'm supposed to be doing nothing. 

Oh well, now I know better. Next time I'll go to the beach, like I've promised my BFF.