I have words to speak, poems to write, rants to air, a new love to share….and yet my typing is stifled….my brain is so completely clamming up.
Why?
Writing is a bit like a exercising….you are irregular…and there and bouts and period(s) wherein you just stay away….but when you do restart….you sit and wonder….WTF…. “how could I have existed without doing THIS everyday”…. the runner’s high starts serenading your soft insides again….but then, very quickly everyday life kicks in (again)….and you become steadily irregular (again)….and the whole bloody circle repeats (again)….ad infinitum….and…..at some point…you will begin to see the damned pattern…..get bored of it, and tell yourself “grow up”.….and hence like the smart grown ups…..you just stop trying….and,,,, slowly but surely START DYING…..RIP!!
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hey dont give up, its refreshing to read your blog.
I stumbled on your blog by accident and i have no regrets.
V the less fortunate who cant write can atleast be enlightened by your writings :-)
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