it takes a very long time to get unused to something in life, especially if it's the good things of our small little petty existence..
thank god it's raining outside. at least some succor to my heartburn..
i seem to be sighing a lot more.. taking a lot more deep breaths.. i'm this close to shutting my phone off. i guess it's always the worst before it gets better. or so i choose to rationalize and fool myself.
imagine having to censor each word, each move, each action. difficult life ahead.
and all i want is a classic 500!
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I felt I had reached a point of stillness like a swimmer moving from the choppiness of surface water to the calm of deeper levels ready to drift with the underlying currents. At this stage words seemed to disappear. I found myself experiencing sensory experience directly like waking dreams full of colour and symbolism which I had to struggle to convey. Yet I was suspicious of this stage too! Was I just telling myself stories? Was my mind creating yet more distractions? and life...its a big question..
lovely writing..:-)
lovely writing..:-)
Its so eloquently put and soo true,,,,,
As a sculptor refines his works slightly brushing up here and there before finishing a great work, like a guitarist refining the strings of the chords trying hard to play out the best ever music, just like that you seem to me to be a writer perfectly balancing the words trying to put out your thoughts to this world, but carefully cascading the inner message which can only be identified by some people who have the stature of the same. Anyways a lovely writing. Wishing you all the best in your life..!
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