its 2.44 am nd this is a stupid time to have a bloody blog...but this contrary to every bodies expectations is not a result of my mamoth bouts of alcoholism....it was like.....i was the person advocating the non-doers community and what followed hence was an ironic action to do this..
i mean blogging...
so this basically characterizes a change which is the only constant of life..we change from realities to dreams and back again....was the one dreaming me or am I dreaming ?....
It’s not true to be alive. Everyday I wake up to find some new man in my bodies coat , trying to realte with his past former self and as I ponder, I find the time duration of life and death of the past and the present shortening from one life to a minuscule second. That is as far as my vision and perception deceives me to go.I would have readily gone into more depths but the imagination fails me. And as I write I can’t seem to recollect the feeling that coaxed me to blabber all this pseudo-hypothesis on paper.
This journey from mind to paper has proved cumbersome to me and my pen .And logically enough, the task of being able to form random motions of the pen into words which seemed impossible then is a mere reflex now..Gladly enough even though this second is very very small….I still learn.
