I’m drowning in the melancholy of my thought, about the cycles of my life as I go from girl to girl looking for love that is misplaced, and I have lost myself. I was listening to ‘Mother of Pearl’ when I realised the sorrow of living and the joy in isolation as you begin to find yourself. But can you? Are you not lost already in your own search for someone who can compliment you and make the other step on the left as you think you have made the first one on the right? It could, after all, be a simple story if only you wanted one for yourself. But, instead, you want to be the fallen phoenix with a forsaken assurance that you will rise, though you may not know that. The sun will set because it will rise again? Wrong! The sun will rise because it will set. I thought that was obvious, but the more you think of it, the more you will forget about who you are and find yourself in a path not less taken but more so. It is only sad that all of us do the same things even though we think we are doing different ones. It can only be a case of mismatched derivations that plunge you further and further in your own belief and it will all end in an Armageddon of a collision between you and your ego; and you will realise you have been torn in half and that there is a choice. My dear, the choices have been made. There is nothing left for you to do even if you want to, and the only decision you have to make is whether you can live with yourself. One is enough, darling! Wasting away on parties and shaving off time that is not yours to spend in the first place will only distance you from the truth, and you will grow to fear it. ‘There is nothing that can be done’ will be your final conclusion, and you will then go to sleep not wanting to wake up. But the sun always rises and so will you.
If whatever you are seeking for doesn’t come back to you, then either go get it or be happy with what you have. Quoting this again a million times won’t make a difference though, and that is what I have come to believe. People still think you are an idiot, once a thief always a thief. But when you can say things change, why shouldn’t they? Shouldn’t the tides of thought and realization wait for man even if time will not? Folly! Depression in the light of darkness and mistakes in the darkness of light, you ignore every stone on your path and look for scarecrows. When will you ever realize you are the scarecrow? Temporary happiness can only do so much as to give you that moment as a break from that which you think you can see but actually cannot. The four walls will glimmer in the dance of the night’s lights and the meandering song, but they are walls nonetheless and will stand as if to imprison you with yourself. Every day and every minute of the day and every second of the minute is yours to act upon, but think before you do so. The time is not for you to spend, it is for you to be done with the decisions in the moments between each second and the next, and for you to start being in the seconds after those moments.
(Approx. fog index: 10.65)
Clathration Therapy 
The new look of your blog is simple and straightforward. The last one was intriguing. You should keep changing it according to the mood of every new post. But you seem to have a very predictable style of writing, which means that there might not be a lot of variety in your posts. So not much scope for changing the colors either. But. I really like the fact that you can write about a varied array of objects and subjects, albeit conditioned by your prejudices and preconditions. Well, we are all the same in the sense that we all carry with us a heavy baggage of preconditions and prejudices we gain from our experiences. The difference however lies in the fact that we have had different experiences to condition our thinking.
I am a fan. I like reading your blog.
why thank u very much! youve just given me more reason to keep writing everyday. 🙂