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Crazy thoughts IX: To read, walk and laugh


Its been a hell of a time since i wrote something... well so here now we are... Writing is almost like puking for me. You wait till it gets to the brim, and you cant contain it within you any more, and have to pour it out. (okay skip this line if you find it gross)

Before my fingers start battling against smileys let me get straight to where we began from. To read, run and laugh.

We all have this something in us that we have to keep doing, something that keeps us senile, something that helps us retain that delicate balance of mind. I read. I read to absorb all that I can. Its a therapy of sorts. I love to get lost in the worlds of words. I could probably push myself to reading anything but i cannot laze on bed whole day, and do nothing but stare at words and ponder over them. When I read, I absorb, to ponder I need to walk. I need to walk and stare at things relative to me. I have to see things move to propel my thoughts. I have to walk to keep pace with my thoughts. My thoughts need a parallel in the physical universe, and walking gives them just that. I could walk alone, with my thoughts for company, and fall in love with myself a million times, and not want anyone to touch them, or hear them or so much as peep into them, but then there are times when your feet can no longer catch up with your thoughts, and your hands wont move fast enough no matter how much u try, and you have to press refresh.

And that's when i laugh. I laugh and the clutter falls apart. Its like a gush of water that cleanses everything and m ready to roll again.

This cycle continues till once in a while I press the master reset and “write”!
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