Gargles.
Approvals of sorts have taken over my life.
Expectation and self created pressure. Pressure to perform.
Mulling over the thought of blogging, the way I used to- for the fun of it. I open this page and get further lost with the thought of making a statement.
To hell with it!
This post is dedicated to rambling. Any viewer who happens to read this post- your choice to continue but there aint a nugget in here. Except for the realisation that how, when you get used to a certain sort of a lifestyle- challenging the norms and yourself do not come easy.
Keeping alive the hunger when the tummy is full is the essence.
Rest- nothing. This is a bloody day to ramble and so will I, ramble on till the break of dawn- my own poetry makes me yawn.
The end.
Expectation and self created pressure. Pressure to perform.
Mulling over the thought of blogging, the way I used to- for the fun of it. I open this page and get further lost with the thought of making a statement.
To hell with it!
This post is dedicated to rambling. Any viewer who happens to read this post- your choice to continue but there aint a nugget in here. Except for the realisation that how, when you get used to a certain sort of a lifestyle- challenging the norms and yourself do not come easy.
Keeping alive the hunger when the tummy is full is the essence.
Rest- nothing. This is a bloody day to ramble and so will I, ramble on till the break of dawn- my own poetry makes me yawn.
The end.
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