Now this is called timepass..

there is a book in my head
trying to come out

the phrases are twirling
the words are wrestling
the scenes are set
and they are dying to be wrought

there is a book in my head
trying to come out

skipping, jumping
running screaming
shoving pushing
bouncing squealing

there is a book in my head
trying to come out..

ok so i know this is no e e cummings (i mean i can actually already hear sid n pookie laughing) but seriously what do u expect at 3 in the morn??????

Way of life..

I have been granted a second chance at freedom and it’s made me realize what I had been missing. Life has a way of making you fall in line, somewhat as if you are walking on an interminable marathon, and soon you reach that level where you are just walking, one foot at a time, without any interest about where your going anymore. You take turns on the road you don’t even realize were there and somehow you reach a cross roads and then it strikes you. You are in a strange land where nothing likes familiar and you have no more knowledge or energy left to find your way back. I am happy that here I have been stopped and made to take a look.

But am yet to understand what to do with this freedom I have been granted. The prophets had it easy, for their paths were laid out for them and who will question the will of God? But mere mortals must prod on, finding the way by guesswork and luck. I do not see my path yet and I fear that on these crossroads, all roads lead nowhere I want to go.