And he was there sitting idle when he decided to make a blog. Apart from a fact that he sucks at any given point of time, nothing has been constant in his life. His love, choices, paths and source of happiness. Perhaps he has a bad habit to listen to that bastard called heart. He doesn't even knows what his heart wants, he just follows his heart's voice and goes on doing the regular crap. The latest demand of his heart is to express itself.
So, even after knowing that I am a bloody bad writer, I make a fair (read it failed, yes I am THAT pessimistic) attempt to put those feelings into words, and get those tiny slivers of life into description.
"The mind thinks, the heart feels"
One of my random quotes after being four pegs down.
So, even after knowing that I am a bloody bad writer, I make a fair (read it failed, yes I am THAT pessimistic) attempt to put those feelings into words, and get those tiny slivers of life into description.
