something weird is going on with me.i want to write, but somehow all my words seems stuck, and i feel inarticulate in a horribly corproate way. whatever that means. so yeah, ive complained about these stuck words before. but the thing is they arent really stuck this time. they are just not there.
and the worry!whats with the worry? im always worried! about everything, about everyone possible. im always worreid. its almost as if im growing a cloud of doom over my head. its awful. im expecting the worst, thinking the sky is going to crumble, and the waves will surge higher than the sea and everything will be lost. im scared of something. i dont knwo what it is. but im mortally afraid of it. im scared to talk about it because i dont want to utter those thoughts into words, least it come true.
all my passion seems to be dying away, completely absorbed by this sick, sick tension of and umbrella ive pushed myself under.in july it would two years since the worry oozed into my stomach.
am i just becoming paranoid?
probably.
yes.
i wonder what rohit would see above my head right now.
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