Random scribbles

Is there an alternative reality that exists somewhere in the fleeting web of missed seconds? Maybe, it does! There is that subjectivity of being that is somewhere latent in the turning wheels of time. Sometimes, it does make all the sense in the world. This surrealism that underlies the very myth of existence comes disentangled inexplicably before you. It hypnotizes you and you have that momentous tête-à-tête with the indelible imprints on the sands of time. You want to clasp that in your little hands but it eludes you deceptively. You want to gain that moment of clarity, that awe-inspiring breath of salvation. You yearn for the light of understanding.

What is it after all? You are inundated by the deluge of emotions which you really can't possibly categorize. A sense of emptiness engulfs you. The question lurks in the layers of shadows waiting to jump at you. What is it that we want? These are metaphysical conundrums and you sigh after the fruitless jabs at finding a solution.

To be emotional and rational at once is a contradiction in terms. This feeling of impotence is debilitating to the soul and life forces within. The clear and innocent voice within suffers and transforms into a wound which never heals. You are battered and shattered because you are not strong enough. Maybe, maybe not!!

I think that I can go on and on about the dark thoughts but it is already late and I haven't had my dinner yet!
But the most important fact remains that I really feel like a swine making merry in the mud and rains of my glorified self-pity.