May 01, 2013

Everyday Writing: Chapter 4

*I have committed the unpardonable sin of ignoring my writing in the past two days. Blame it on fatigue and these seizures of sleep that hold me captive by 10-11 in the night. Thoughts and heat are swaying me over to exhaustion. 

Justifications apart, I solemnly swear, I shall do this tirelessly from today. At least a lone line shall be scrawled.*

Thoughts swirl up like sand storms in the desert of your mind. No particle decipherable. No shape discernable. Mirages flash across. False trails rise, only to get erased. When the dust settles down, the wonderful striations appear. And then, we lonely travelers shall find our way to our oases.

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