discontinuity ... I feel thats the term that may fit right while depicting my love-hate relationship with this venture of mine.
This was basically an initiative to vent the anger-anguish that had pent up in me...a sense of miserable loss...some unknown-unspeakable pain ...I just tried to channelize those feelings through this...probably I became numb as not being able to re-feel that sensation...neither do I yearn for that to be true....but what queer point rises is...is writing or expression so much dependent on pains and woes?
as if....the fun times are too short lived to allow me to jot them down or I get too engaged in it to pen down a few....the sad moments remains to be ruminated alone and there comes out the urge to ket the world know my pains and suffering and hence the need to blog some obscure-childish-utter gibberish like jotting down which ultimately makes no sense to any one who so ever....do they bother me even...after that particular moment???
propagandizing my deepest private thoughts and boasting of being able to do so is nothing but imbecile upmanship.
So i discontinue .... right or wrong?...who cares
stay well...hope to put something down in near future
