they say revisiting is not good.. reliving is a silent death.. eating up every moment, every bit of feeling left... did i make the wrong choice... then ..why does it come back ...maybe ..oh wait.. i confess living in a cocoon called illusion.. hoping not wait not hoping.. actually believing that i wasnt wrong... and this time its not just well the fact .. sigh i just cant reveal it.. the heart doesnt let me.. actually its the mind;p.... the heart wud hv probably made the situation worse..
maybe this is a modern love story... a pursuit of purpose and a feeling when all practicality indicates no scope.. no future.. no love.. but well its my dream its my feeling its my love... its about me... this is what i love not only desire... this is it...............maybe im a fool .. but a fool i rather be than adorning a mask of busy-ness;p.. hahaaaa// thats an original.. but yes you get one life to live....and im enjoying capturing every moment in my cocoon of feelings, emotions and releasing the rays via simple words:)
About Me
- muddlehead
- me.. a word...two simple alphabets but creating two different sounds... creating a distinctive word.. creating an important association.. but also creating the much dreaded freudian given ego:).. i'm a creature.... yet to defined yet to discovered yet to be understood... constantly redifining myself.. evolving day by day.. people, environments, opinions shaping me.. from my first glimpse of the 3rd rock's content.. i am yet to be given a word:)........experiencing every moment, every feeling, love or hate, compassion or jealously.. im a mere mortal.... "If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact." — Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)
