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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