No, It’s not a rant — Out there, there are awesome people doing awesome things. But I, I suck at awesome! Great ideas bombard my head all the time. But, I have neither the means nor the invention to give them fruition. All around me, I see monumental stuff happening. How I wish I could build one…

A few words about having a life’s block — Pointless strolling takes up the greater part of my existence, Too afraid to pick a path, Even for my morning walk. Dozens of shallow relationships, veiled by anonymity, Afraid of commitment, Like they could gobble me up. Never gonna do anything. Thousands of excuses for why I cannot, Not a single one…

A few words on on what it meant to me — But how can a writer write when there’s nothing to write from and no one to write to? You, my greatest muse, are dead to me. You lit the spark, stoked the fire, and blew on it till it erupted. Now, you are the cold breeze that puts it out. …

A few words on how they beckon to me — The lost pages of my diary beckon to me. Another sad poem, a practical prose. All words too deep to be felt by any heart, Only the paper being able to bear the brunt of my ‘heart’s attacks’. Each word as candid and as contentious as the next. The lost…

Random lines of pondering — I’d rather go my own way and suffer than follow others. It’s a mad, mad world. I laugh because the whole world seems a big joke to me. I cry because of a lack of shoulder to cry on and my inability to ask for one. I laugh again seeing myself…