Distortion

I am somewhat in this beginning phase of an end. Is this the kind of phase they call as "climatic phase" in cinematology? No one is supposed to know if it is a good or bad ending. Everything just pours down on everyone like December rain, so unexpected and uncalled for. I could have elaborated my explanations better had I known more than a hundred vocabulary.

One more thing, I have been treating this blog like a huge black hole in the universe where I can throw everything at and never have to see them again. This is my safe haven. My weak spot.

Life as a child, there are countless stories that anyone could tell and pass on to one another. Trust me they were all funny and childlike. Maybe things were hilarious in such ways when you did not have to care about what others think of you. To me, I still feel like I am that child. Let me be myself as I have always been.

I just wonder what it is like on the other side. I am sure there will be sequence of unopened doors abandoned or unexplored. Dried leaves scattered everywhere with black cloud of ravens up in the crimson sky. That could be paradise.

I am hungry. I am thirsty. I need the basic needs. I want what I want. Will I ever break this chain of spell? Only with the courage I am given.