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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

That Place

You know that place where every thing is tangled. Every thought, just jumbles up. They are distinct. The thoughts. The ideas. But they are tangled. Now amongst themselves. No. They are tangled. Strangely so too. I think this the natural state. For me. Atleast. I don't know about other people. All those other places that I go to. I don't stay there long. I come back to this place. I am stuck.

6 comments:

Zeba said...

I know that place. Sigh.

Zeba said...

I know that place. Sigh.

quartertoinsane said...

its like that, haina!

quartertoinsane said...

its like that, haina!

Zeba said...

Did you reply twice because I commented twice? That's funny. :D

quartertoinsane said...

while that would have been funny, the credit goes to Blogger :D