Fire ignites when combustion occurs, so is electricity produced when a positive and a negative force react, sound from a bell is made when it is ringed and sparks would clatter from embers hiding amongst the worn out heap of ash when tossed around. Usual. Common. Phenomenal one may see it so. Yet, in all these facts one thought brings up… a Start.
Everything seemed so right. It all started like the same “how are you” and “how you’ve been”. Just that. Nothing more. Enjoying a good sms-chat. Regular Adult-wanna-be’s trying to act like they’re all grown up. But in those tiny conversations some things left unsettled from the past contrives some new things that can barely keep up from what was left before. It’s like digging in from an unfinished hole to making either a deep patch of emptiness in the soil or just doing some hard work without the most of reasonable details to where this certain scheme is going to.I know. All these are confusing and queer that I find it quite un-interesting & insensible.
This page even would look like some psychotics daily diary and some random therapist could just find this and diagnose me with a disorder. I guess, that’d be some thought I should’ve written about in the first few lines.
I can’t finish this! To tell you that… and one may say, I’ve waste too many a page in my entry to even have the audacity to publish this petty thing to be a manuscript in my blog. But who effin’ cares.
I don’t give a damn!
Portrait by Bill Shain
