Sometimes everything looks so distant, that you can’t even connect to yourself. There is so much swirling inside my head and I’m feeling so distracted, detached from almost everything. I’m not sure if this is good, bad or neither. I’ve believed, always believed that how I feel about something is unaffected by mundanity of things. It’s unscathed, springing out of what I am. Probably it’s time to rethink, redesign, realign.
Well..
Suddenly I’ve this intense urge to write something, to write; I miss writing I think. I think it was a lot easier when I was a kid; I used to experience something and always wanted to document it, give it some form of words; immortalise the feeling through words. Now I think I am just fine internalising a lot of things, experiencing them, revisiting more in my mind than through words, and don’t want to immortalise but rather keep it momentary or time bound. Well whatever it is, the conundrum of things remains as is; and I remain as perplexed and bewildered as always. Just that I say less and absorb more. Feel more and talk less. Visit, revisit but there’s still an urge to write. Ok, I have to have dinner now.
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