For the Love of Music and Tales

Inspiration = null. The only thing that keeps my head unburied is Dashboard Confessional. Then add to that the calls nonstop by companies. I am pretty much in a cyclone of thought. I’m in some sick cycle carousel trying to make sense if it’s ever going to stop or go faster. I am just anhilated by my own senses. I am not missing a thing about Tennessee even though I feel a bit tampered… I feel whole yet partially incomplete. My eyes gets bleak at the thought that I could actually be in war with my self- my own emotions. But on second thought, I’m pretty much the same facade everyone knows me. I enjoy new technology and cds. I am having a good time but having an awful lot of time in my hands. And on the spare time that I would like to do something that I really want, I think there’s this dead air at the rear end. Much like, everything I say is but an echoe, a whisper of some lost unfathomable word, blown like the scarriest of all kisses. It’s not about madness. It’s not about faith. It’s about me- deciding- and people trying to untangle the reason out of my decision. I am in conflict with ppl close to me regarding my decisions over big matter… Thus, they want me to pursue something out of the hanging barren. Something explicitly out of the picture. I might, I might not. In the mean time, I am lost in thought of something as magical as Harry Potter or as forestlike as Mirkwood. Really. I just love music and tales…

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