Its spooky cold out there, the veinly thoughts inside keep up the heat as I amble through the semi-lit corridors on this late winter night. I love when its dark, I want things explained, I like seeing things through the dark. When dark, I beleive I observe things normally abated from humans dwelling in good times. Good times keep us dull, dark times reveal a starry aspect of one's persona; provided one loves dark times. I love it. Yeah, I am different-Guess what??
- You know how weird it is, how dismal is it to walk with two different shoes on. But once you make it a habit, you barely give a damn to this trash point. At times, my inner self keeps questioning:- Do I qualify to make up a story EVER? A story that might serve as a edition to some previously cherished thought. I am no philosophy Gurus Socrates or Robin Sharma of late, but I am in possession of that awe that keeps one driving in dark times. A feature noticeable in beasts that zoo through the jungles at night. I applaud myself at the thought of me being a beast; A peaceful Warrior; A Silent Beast. Its interesting being an unseen challenge; you knock out the lights when you surpass world's expectations. Be a mystery.
Good Luck!!
