“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.”- E. L. Doctorow
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.