Sometimes things stop making sense.The more you try twisting and twirling the the useless meanderings,the more abrupt they are in completely shocking you with their flustered firmities.
I dont really believe in making sense.
There have been times.There will be times.Times when your soul starts searching you.Times when the worls around you starts burning,and you sweat it out,groping your way towards oblivion.
It takes ONE moment.One blood smeared moment to make the world stop short.To sort out the tricks played on you.To tie up the swinging ,pendulating loose ends.to change your tracks.To turn the tables.It took me one moment.One whiff,and the fisticuffs were refreshed.The world around me has changed.I have DARED to change it.Now I have to bear the pangs..
2 comments:
actually this girl is writing so well
that i really feel i'm not worth giving comments.but ya if i have to say something i would just say...cool.
have u ever heard the term 'moo'... it means nonsense... but dont u think being nonsense and imaginative is much more better than being the normal self and living life practically... :)
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