Yes, I am back yet again. See! All good things come to an end. And sometimes that end is so abrupt and harrowing that you have absolutely no clue what hit you. The point where falling down is far easy than getting back on your feet. The point where you just don't want to rise at all. The point where you don't want to gather all the broken pieces put them together to achieve normality. The point which seems like a naked singularity. The end of the wormhole. The end of all ends. The point wherefore you bank upon some cough syrup to put you to sleep, a million little snoozes to wake up, some coffee to get you back to normal, some anti-depressants to get you away from normal, some herbs to help you achieve a higher normal. No one realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal. This blog is a testament to this point. This fucking point. This fucking time!
After this point, nothing shall be like the old times. But being a glass-half-full and approaching the point of no return. I wish to change things, this isn't about my upcoming heroics. For some, it may even sound absolutely normal. It's a battle, it really is. And, this is my arsenal. Words. More words. Evil words. Meaningless words. Exaggerated words. Lost words. I want words to erupt like molten lava. And with it all that's in me to fall to the ashes of time.
After this point, nothing shall be like the old times. But being a glass-half-full and approaching the point of no return. I wish to change things, this isn't about my upcoming heroics. For some, it may even sound absolutely normal. It's a battle, it really is. And, this is my arsenal. Words. More words. Evil words. Meaningless words. Exaggerated words. Lost words. I want words to erupt like molten lava. And with it all that's in me to fall to the ashes of time.
