Thoughts, ceaseless

Somehow, over and over again these thoughts come to your mind. Nothing seems to offer much peace to them either. Ok, call this catharsis.

When you say you love something, do you love the idea of loving that something, or does it go deeper than that? If you say there is this affinity for something, is it just for the sake of devoting your energy and heart to something? Is it the only legitimate way of existing in this world, when one finds that he or she may be alone, alone in her own thoughts and world. Is that why we reach out to find something or someone we can devote life too? Life, which we value so much, but could just seep away, as the tips of your fingers imprint words on this virtual screen

I don't know. There are times when you talk to people, and they really surprise you. Its like, when you have given up hope on ever talking to anyone about these things, and fate throws you with circumstances you never once anticipate. How do you respond? You would think that its your mind that is fitting things into a structure for you, but then again, what if its not?

Emily Dickinson

I HAVE no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.