Balderdash Thoughts

It is just one of those thoughts I have

I can't come up with a story. I am far too drained and tired. Brain is cracking. Hands are limp. Not dead neither dying. State of pure tiredness. And will transform into the State of Nothingness soon. It's good. Helps body heal. Muscles readjust. Bones breathe I am not going to tell the story of how… Continue reading It is just one of those thoughts I have

Short Stories

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it

It is a strange day. It is a stranger me. The thoughts, the feelings the perceptions are all new.. And all so strange. I lie here, oh yes I do. On a soft bed under a soft quilt. Head resting on a soft pillow. Every part of my body pains. There are places of unknown… Continue reading A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it

Balderdash Thoughts

If its meant to be, it’s meant to be

I am trembling. Every cell of my body is vibrating with uncertain energy. I am not an addict and nobody slips drugs in my drinks or food (or so I know) But here I am. Every muscle every fiber. Shaking in a turbulent manner. Making me uncertain. Making me afraid What a feeling. What a… Continue reading If its meant to be, it’s meant to be

Balderdash Thoughts

To the Thawing Wind

I am sitting near the balcony, my legs are dangling through the metal bars.. long they are and ridiculous I look. But there is no one to see.. Nobody to snigger and point. I am so nicely shielded, with the gusts of wind perfecting the situation. Now I can just sit here and think.. and… Continue reading To the Thawing Wind

Short Stories

The Courses of true love never did run smooth

And lonely as it is that loneliness  Will be more lonely ere it be less—  A blanker whiteness of benighted snow  With no expression, nothing to express. I sit and I sit. Too depraved, too emotionally and physically drained. I don't know how many have you reached or gone through this state. When you give up on… Continue reading The Courses of true love never did run smooth