Rusty
I dive in search of words, words that once were the transcript of my ‘zehn’, which now seem to betray me. Is it my demented self that is always at loss of words or a hazy being lost in the maze of chores? I borrow and steal to put together a coherent emotion, but even the emotion seems to have lost a way. To me, It feels like I am Waldo but searching for the path out of the square maze. I, at times, lack the energy to connect and at times trying hard to stay connected. I sometimes doubt the sanity that I portray or maybe afraid of the punity of a misstep. I am digging deep and it does not augur well as to where I am. Or is it just a transient emotional attack -TEA, Time for one?
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manan dedhia
4 months ago
Nicely written.
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