A Journey into the Story of Life. You Wild Animal, You! July 22, 2015.

I went through my blog today after a long time. I realised I did not put up any new lines of my own. All that I have put up is some thoughts from facebook or some other place. When I gave a thought about it, I realised I lost the spark or motivation to write. In search of some desire.

Thin is a four letter word. A collection of late night musing of an aimless wanderer. Thin is a four letter word. Have you ever seen a baby bird crying and calling for food? How do I tell my fragile bird that thin is a four letter word? Screaming for the slowest suicide not realising she has already died,. Panicked kicks under the water yet she swims with grace and pride. Skinny suffocating her thoughts pleading and begging to fade away.

Like a plague that never goes away,. Or a wild animal and its prey,. All you see is shadows of the ones you once knew,. Like a thunderstorm that blocks your soul. Your soul becomes a black hole,. Whatever said, heard, or learned,. Is forgotten, never brought up again,. No longer does anything matter,.