Monday, January 20, 2014

The Muffled Thoughts' Delivery


Because it is an odd craving to secrete literature, you unwillingly recycled this tattered old journal to release long-muffled thoughts into the open. Like dark creatures lurking in the shadows for too long, these thoughts are blinded by, and electrified because of, the glaring light of paper and blue ink.

Currently, the thoughts are hurricanes that transverse past each other. One spiral involves jealousy over classmates and acquaintances passing government exams-fellows who have accomplished the grueling task of adding initials to Christian names. Another involves time management issues and celibacy and money matters and relationships-basically, a potpourri of matters that are relevant, but does not call for immediate attention. Still, another hurricane is hurricane of emptiness. Like a black hole that sucks feeling and numbs you, a deep well with a dessert as a bottom.

But nonetheless, these are thoughts-mundane white clouds that float above you, that tickle your fancy and make you write unintentional brain spills on a small mundane blog. But nonetheless, these are thoughts, and as long as you have them, that means your brain is probably still sane.

2 comments:

  1. Floating thoughts are signs that you are still human

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    1. Thank you Simon. That is quite comforting.

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