I don’t miss the old rambler, I really dont miss my old “virtual ramblings”, I don’t miss the thoughts which once used to be all over the place here.
I do miss the time I had to think, I do miss the opportunities which used to feed me.
I do miss my blogger friends, some whom I began to admire, and I still do, just that I have lost track of them.
My reader is overflowing, and I don’t wont to commit the crime of “mark them read”.
How does it feel when, one has drifter so far away that he doesn’t feel the joy of coming back?.
I have the joy of starting something new, but miss the joy of “getting back”.
Which one amongst these would you choose
Your best against his best…
Your best against his worst
Your worst against his best
When it comes to tales of self destruction, the plot just becomes admiring
Realizations are so dangerous, with every strike the fear grows, leaving us at a point of no return.
How fun would it be to “un-realize” something. Don’t get me wrong here, I am not talking about forgetting.
There is a huge difference between the two, I can easily forget that I had to buy something today, but would that make me un-realize that lack of joy in me, on purchase, or the lack of joy in the person, for whom the purchase was intended.
How does it feel to continue a conversation, which has not even started yet…