Wednesday, April 28, 2010


The finer tendrils of my feelings have become so suspicious that they are not aroused easily these days. Perhaps the numbing winter has left its indelible mark on the synapses, paralyzing them to feed into the ever growing lack of my will to commit. Or is it just fear, of not making the right choice, to be laughed at . Dont know really.


  1. Very good write-up dude. It reflects the tenderness of your heart. Keep it up...