Its been a really long time. what is it that has brought onto me this sudden urge to write again. is it the recollection of the feeling of well being and that ability to express myself freely? or is it me dusting up the part of my brain which was involved in my creative thinking?? i have always trusted my wild and free imagination and given it free reign to deign upon my creativity. or is it the emergence of intelligent conversation which i have missed for so long in my life? falling back into the well where i find someone who can connect on that level of language and intellect? the last time i felt this connection was when i believe i was thoroughly immature! in no way do i state that i am mature now and nor do i wish to attain that state of benevolence which allows people to remain in a state of mental lethargy. i prefer to let my imagination run wild. i recollect that time when i used to have an argument for the sake of an argument. ah! the good times.
responsiblity has dulled my senses and my sensitivity. i love my job! it has helped me to remain open and alert. but i am not doing enough. how do i reach out? how do i improve myself and my surroundings? this feeling of absolute control is addictive! the power to play with life is addictive!
responsiblity has dulled my senses and my sensitivity. i love my job! it has helped me to remain open and alert. but i am not doing enough. how do i reach out? how do i improve myself and my surroundings? this feeling of absolute control is addictive! the power to play with life is addictive!