It's been long I've had it to my heart's content, and even today i cant say as much yet I'm gonna try to put in as much in the short while b/w transit, b/w 2 flights, b/w two extremes and one me .
What would be the greatest fear of one particular child like-sh person ? not many just a single type of fear? Maybe something so petite, nobody may even bother to know or rather understand.
I've be around all this while, to pilgrimage...I ain't old , it was just another attempt to make dad happy with my type of unhappiness. in all this, i tried to discover what would give me sound sleep or rather more peace than I could have found .
My new found love was writing, maybe reading...maybe it's going to die. Maybe sooner than i can comprehend the word 'soon' .
it's a passage full longing, a felt of fearlessness...much unloved and demented. like tired.Murdered laughter,the severe moment of nothingness.what was right? love? lust?dream? nightmare ? or nothingness ?
has that fragility begun to sink in ? like this much ? was an end coming this close? i know it was close...very close.But how close? Did i have to be a little more silent to decide ? was I falling in a pitch dark pit?
what if i were dead ? maybe my picture would be nicely garlanded and put up in some place like that , not hearts, not tears.There are numerous possibilities,numerous murderers ahead.There is thing called god, is there?
Oh God !
What would be the greatest fear of one particular child like-sh person ? not many just a single type of fear? Maybe something so petite, nobody may even bother to know or rather understand.
I've be around all this while, to pilgrimage...I ain't old , it was just another attempt to make dad happy with my type of unhappiness. in all this, i tried to discover what would give me sound sleep or rather more peace than I could have found .
My new found love was writing, maybe reading...maybe it's going to die. Maybe sooner than i can comprehend the word 'soon' .
it's a passage full longing, a felt of fearlessness...much unloved and demented. like tired.Murdered laughter,the severe moment of nothingness.what was right? love? lust?dream? nightmare ? or nothingness ?
has that fragility begun to sink in ? like this much ? was an end coming this close? i know it was close...very close.But how close? Did i have to be a little more silent to decide ? was I falling in a pitch dark pit?
what if i were dead ? maybe my picture would be nicely garlanded and put up in some place like that , not hearts, not tears.There are numerous possibilities,numerous murderers ahead.There is thing called god, is there?
Oh God !
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