Higgledy-piggledy

No, I am not a witch trying to cast a spell on you, That title is what I am right now. 

Its that time when the writer’s nerve in me has begun to rot and fart. I don’t know why I even let it rot so far. Its maybe because I was afraid of rejection, or maybe because I was busy in making and breaking up with love(s) of my life, or maybe because I was busy in sometimes fucking and sometimes making love to my career.

So I have this new resolution to keep this vein working, and exercising it till it is back to its normal self. You may be amongst “been there and done that” types, and somewhere I know I am about to tread that same old path, but that’s just because there is so much to say and no one to hear.

 I have little idea about what I will write, but I am sure it’s going to be something that I want to write. It’s going to be my mood, my thoughts, my ideas, my dream and my concerns. It’s going to be a consciously hidden side of me, a side which I hope you’ll identify with. It’s going to be confusing, and fun, and a vampire’s soul searching (something he doesn’t have).

It’s going to be rage, It’s going to be revolt, and It’s going to be love and life.

It’s an effort to bring peace, a kind of treaty between what I dream to be and what I have to be. It’s an attempt to be heard without the fear of judgments. It’s a process to filter out my dreams from the expectations. It’s an endeavor to find the likes of me, who don’t know where to be.

As the title suggests, it’s going to be all things that matter, and all things that do not. And a confusing mixture of everything else.