well i seriously thought blogging was an art, an art that only those who are lonely can do, an art that those with lot of time possess, an art that i was not aware of till i became rather loomy.. well i am in a phase where i am unable to decide, i am unable to concentrate, i am unable to think of beyond one thing. It keeps haunting me, it keeps disturbing me, at times it is very discomforting at times it tells me fact, but now i understand what 4 letters can do, and here i am posting after 2 years 6 months and 9 days, i find it as a new beginning.
At difficult times you discover that there are two different character in you. one controlled by your brain and one by your heart. Well at present i am in a trance, neither controlled by heart or brain, it feels kind of floating no where. Things have changed from what it was in 2009, i wanted to post my rather return to blog on the 1st of jan well after that i took turn and here i am now trying to figure out the vaguest of the most vague ways to get myself resurrected from a shock, a tragedy or to say from reality.
It was hard at first, then it became even herder imagining things that would happen, now after 2 months of agony and indecisiveness i have slowly crawled out of the hole, just to be scared that i might fall again so i am here talking or rather writing something that no one might read, but it does empty my heart of the agony...
i really wanna continue to write more that no one is going to read..
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That no one is going to read? :-)
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