Enamoured

Feels Good To Be Back Been away from the expression, not presumably but actually. So it feels good to be back in action. Feels more like I am kicking some good arse out of the uncomfortable confines forced silence. I just don’t know why I was so away from myself for sometime, although it feels good being someone else at times but I miss my old self. This beats me was it me or someone else in me. Why the idea of this is not my life repeats itself as if it was the eternal truth. But the conflicts remain. Who rules my life? Wonder whether what is more claustrophobic, the assumed notion that someone else rules my life or that someone else rules my life. Got this, if not don’t read ahead. Anyways.. Who decides my freedom me or have I capitulated the rights to someone else? And if I have, how do I reclaim them? Is life a place to be yourself or its a place to be for others? Then who Is Me? or am I mere representation of something. Am I original or is this feeling of ingenuity a bagatelle that helps me evade the fun of being a copier. Am I a copier or is it bad that way. What’s wrong with a copy? Is there anything original, because all is after all a derivative of something or it is a antidote of something else. If it is an antidote, is it not dependent on what it is an antidote of? I mean what’s the use of a No if there was no Yes? Oh lord here I go again on this trip of questions. Were questions made to get answers or were answers made to have questions because they say everything has an answer. Feels good to be lost as then there is hope to be found or haven’t I found myself when I know I am lost. There is always this bigotry that defends the argument and helps the drift. But is drifting bad I mean who says a one needs a direction like its good to have a direction, half of this direction thing isn't it just a story to keep the mind away from feeling adrift?

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