Somedays you really don't know what drags you down. Things change. And moods among them. And then you look back at all the times you'd gone crazy and see it all as a desperate attempt at laughter. But that's not true is it. We all know how fully happy happy can be. And still, when we brood we forget..We are chameleon people all of us. We become the moods that colour our nights and days.
I wonder how gloom pervades.
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Author: Kirtana K
I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display.
It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.
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