Wrote it long back, someday, publishin it now

'Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas. It's as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that's going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don't understand the language you speak there.'

'We've all felt that.'

'And all of us, one way or another, are mad.'

The book I'm reading is one of those books that reaches into the recesses of your mind and pulls out something to think about with every line. I wasn't SUCH a fan of the Alchemist, but this book, I love. Paulo skips through the commentary, each page giving us something new to ponder about. Ah, yes.

I have been busy lately. No time to sit by myself anymore, unless I count the bus rides.

But just because I'm not talking to anyone doesn't mean I don't notice that icky guy peering over my shoulder to see what I'm reading, or the bus conductor's ticket box whacking me in the arm as he walks by. I mean, completely alone. With just me for company; with a window or a book, or a sketchpad.

I'm so exhausted that the tiredness just seeps through my skin and stay there. Like a stubborn itch. I don't feel like doing much of anything anymore. And sometimes, it scares me. Will it always be like this?

no

It's an empowering feeling to fight for something you believe in…even, if you're wrong. It takes a very confident person to change your point of view, and when (and if) that happens, it's like you've been deflated. How flexible you are about something is more or less proportional to how passionately you believe in it.

I believe in few things. But my belief is strong enough to resist.

"To write a diary every day is like returning to one's own vomit."
-Enoch Powell.