Thinking in black and white

Sitting at my workstation, with the earphones securely plugged into my ears and my feet precariously resting atop the edges of a very green dustbin, I feel like writing something worthwhile but I seem to be suffering from a writer’s block. The melody filling my ears travel fast to someplace deep within and I suddenly think, “Vow! I have quite a collection!” Soothes my nerves – something I’ve desperately needed to do recently. Life has been having sudden migraine attacks these days and has been telling me irately to take a hike. Well…she surely seems to know how to put me into one of those nasty moods, the brunt of which is patiently borne by one poor soul.

Track change…one of the few fast numbers that grace my collection. A slight change of weather, though not really a welcome one at the moment. Fortunately, the track abruptly stops midway and makes place for another soothing one.

Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time wondering which way my life is steering and whether there is another route I would like to steer it towards. The inference? It has been smartly eluding me but I still hope to be able to catch up soon.

Forgive me if I sound morose…not something I intended. True to the track playing right now, I realize how I asked my heart to bring back strains of bliss but in a moment of naivety it brought back a generous helping of heartaches. Without looking a gift horse in the mouth, I accepted them gracefully. They say 'The longest journey a man must take is the eighteen inches from his head to his heart'. Perhaps for a woman, the journey is really short for she takes it so fast, and faces the consequence.

Time to take a break folks!!

I just realized the ‘very green’ dustbin is not green at all. It’s been replaced by a light peach one. And yes, I’m back after a pretty long break. It would certainly sound too melodramatic if I say that I miss my old green dustbin but I do miss it. Well, that’s the problem with me…can’t accept change, however small it may be.

If you have been anticipating the revelation of the ‘one poor soul’ who tolerates all those mood swings, I’m sorry to dishearten you dear reader. I am not about to divulge any secret pertaining to the ‘poor soul’, except perhaps the fact that when I was sure that the sky was overcast, he assured me that I was standing under a small dark cloud and all I needed to do, to see the blue sky once again, was to step back and look up.

I am quite lost in the thoughts of that ‘poor soul’ and do not wish to allow Skribblet announce my innermost thoughts. So here I lay my pen down…

I apologize if my scribbling appears to be a patchwork of disjointed thoughts…that is what it was meant to be. My thought has been prancing about like a frenzied little colt and I’ve tried to pull it into a warm embrace. So, here’s presenting my irregular mental designs in black and white…