THINKING, TALKING, TYPING TRASH

Nothing is going according to the plans. Not that I ever planned much. Rather, I’ve always liked to ‘go with the flow’. To let life surprise you, is fascinating. The surprises are accompanied by shocks, alright. As a 9-year old, there was a time when I planned to become a doctor (a pretty doctor *blushes*) and save the mankind from the severest of diseases. The dream left me with my good grades. Today, as a twenty something, I don’t even remember dreaming such a hopeless dream. The most talented fashion designer of the country, nah world…yes that had been a plan…to drape the world in my creation. Those sketches are still fresh in my memory, and my notebooks. There must have been more pages filled with my sketches than with notes. I had designed dresses for almost every celebrity that came to my mind…well that was a daydream that left before I could realize. After failing two years in a row in a music reality show audition, I realized the world is not enough deserving to hear my...

keeping idly busy these days. so much time, and nothing to do. yet i can't make enough time to write something. can't make enough time to think. my mind seems empty all of a sudden...all foggy. no idea seems to develop. there's only one thing that has occupied the entire space, only one person and i think that is You. it is You that i am thinking of most of the time. You are occupying all my thoughts and i am busy contemplating how it would feel to be with You, to be in love with You...to be YOUR, YOU. but most of all, i'm busy contemplating what i mean to YOU. It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, It don’t matter, anyhow An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, If you don’t know by now!