Has been wild and short.
And then I became a confused person.
Between my imagination and his creativity, I became someone who I dont recognize.
Who am I? The thought comes often to my mind.
My own sweet affair with love. With myself.
Thursday, 31 March 2022
Men and Women
I often wondered what causes two people to choose to stay together.
Many things I am sure.
Habit is a word that goes right up the leader board.
Reality vs truth
There were series of incidents. That were unfortunate.
That is definitely a reality. It is not figment of my imagination.
There are wounds and scars that hasn't healed. Time has made me forget. But not heal.
Fate threw a challenge at me. Questioning the premise of those wounds. And scars.
Are those wounds real? I showed the scars.
Are those scars the truth? I was at a loss of words.
Fate was questioning the reality. The truth of my reality.
Maybe- the reality was created by me. Maybe- that's the truth of this universe.
House of Cards
Where do I begin?
Maybe at the beginning :-)...
Where I was born with a concrete building in my backyard- it was real.
But I lived in an illusion.
Then I built my house of cards. An illusion. And thought it was real. My illusion was real.
Someone tried to blow up my house of cards. My illusion. My reality.
Where is my concrete house? I dont seem to find it.
Perhaps. One day. I shall stumble upon it again.
Oh heck- I am living in it. And yet I dont feel the strength of concrete under my finger tips.
Only the elusive breeze.
I must be mad. Stoned.
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