I sit down to explore my mood on paper. A mood that’s hooked on to my thoughts. Thoughts young and old. Playing hide and seek. Lying somewhere in my mind – unseen, unheard. And then one vague thought grows. It grows till it reaches a limit. But strangely, when it gets there, it doesn’t blow up and burst. It doesn’t subside either. It moves quietly through the last inch of nerve. The last millimetre of aura. And then nothing seems worthwhile. I give up thinking.
posted by J @ 6:08 PM
Comments: 22
22 Comments:
I don't understand you, err.. your writing anymore J.. Im outta it!
So what's new about it? When did you ever understand what I wrote?
And what of the paper? The medium? The link? Do you give that up too?
It doesn't have to does it? Blow up and burst that is. However, what was that thought one wonders..hmmm?
E: You wouldn't wanna know.
Maybe I would..how do you assume the contrary? I would, really.
Try Vipassana. Or Whiskey :-P
E: I wanna stop thinking. Yes, that’s the thought. The whys and hows of it.
Dear faultless wanderer,
I’ve quit that kinda exercise and Mr Daniels is a lil expensive for a single woman like me.
Do you have any more advice to offer?
not yet lost madhavan in a kumbh mela. we stay in the same house and yes (grudgingly, but will admit) he is my brother :-)
P.S. I didnt think it was that obvious
Sensible. Analysis is...well mostly anal.
E: Whatever. I've yo-yo-ed back to the thinking mode today.
Faultless Wanderer: Actually it isn't that obvious. I'm smart.
You want him to get lost in a kumbh mela? Let's conspire!
Good for you, I guess.
Now I'm thinking again: is it good or bad?
Do not deny yourself the gifts of the mind that are forever yours.
At least you are thinking...and that is never bad...'whatever' else it may be :P!
Wisdom of men has taught us that Thinking Is Fatal.
I think I want to stop thinking, but alas...
It must be amnesia or maybe I’m ageing quicker… because now when I read it, I can’t figure out the post or the comments! I guess if I don't understand half the things half the people half mean to say half the time, then I’m in luck, because they didn't say them to begin with. Lucky me!
Not 'half' as lucky as us....
Here after a very long time. I am glad to see you haven't lost any touch or style! Now that you got some free time off of thinking, saying "heeya" *waving hands*
When thoughts play "hide and seek" (good phrase), it is frustrating trying to pen them. Do you refer to writer's block, then?
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