Fear

Consumes me like a warm blanket on a winter's day
Comforts me like a mother to her child
Consoles me like a best friend
Protects me like an armoured shield
Exhausts me like an endless marathon

Let me go

Inside Out

I started this blog like most people purely for the excruciating need for me to empty my soul and let everything out that haunts me, inpires me, boggles me, puzzles me. All day I go through with flashes of momentary genius. When I finally get the chance to sit back and put it on the screen, a complete void of nothingness takes over. Where do I start? It's all gone. Art in its purest form is an expression of conflict. Without conflict, there is no art. What happened to my consuming anger, the overwhelming confusion, the bewitching bliss, the pathetic sadness and the magnificent madness? So instead I post song lyrics, images and poetry that moves me procrastinating till the day I write something so profound that all the bloggers in Blog world would be envious. I am a master at procrastination.

All I want to do is let everything inside of me out. Just like yesterday. We sat at a shawarma stop and he brought his order to the table. The tight gut wrenching feeling paused for a moment while I negotiated with myself and finally reached out for the dolma because it told me I would feel better if I just had a bite. Then the gagging began and I my face turned white as snow as I ran for the one and only bathroom whose door was open in anticipation of me to enter. I made it. Born again I was after releasing the poison.

Why can't I do it here? Now. Right now. It'll happen, I can feel it bubbling inside.

Just wait.