A voyage to Imagination....

I am changed.Completely changed.Something is felt missed within me.Before explaining much,let me clear one thing that it is not a positive change.I do not want to feel it as negative one either.How helpless I prove myself.My pessimism might not take me anywhere but one thing is very clear,It always made me realize that I am able to take things critically.Am I making any sense here? Probably not.It is so because I never made any.

A tough routine has been chosen by me.As days are passing by,I am afraid what is to choose after February. Nothing? It entails that I have to go,again,through existential crisis.My thoughts are changing,my routine is changing and most importantly I feel myself like a thing which is transforming into new one.Thus,in order to be a new one,I have to be deformed and decayed.I am being experimented by an alchemist who would deny my existence,if I prove myself merely a rust.

I can not make thing correct rather exploit them.I convert people to whom I interact into fictional characters and hence they stay with me forever.But things are not same,now.I feel a storm of words but when sit to write,I feel nothing.Seriously,nothing. 

I am nourishing a tumor of emptiness under my head.I do not want things to change yet they are changing.I do not want my life to be mold and yet it is rapidly changing.I am helpless in all this and when there was the time, I was not helpless? I was always.This sense of loss and deprivation always hurt my psyche.I have to make myself more busy to avoid such thoughts.

Another confused writing? I am eternally in search of coherence,

Damn!

Ciao.