Many indirect questions... pointing straight towards me. Who knows abt my life. No1 have ever been in my shoe. I've seen both de extremes, but neva been in middle. I may be thinking old now, but i lost when I tried new. I would like to dare for a new, but i don't want to loose. If father fails in business, its not right to say his son looses. It's been 22 years i'm learning - they taught me english, physics, maths and many, but no1 taught me how to make money, which is wot we need. If some company says they vl pay for my work, y shouldn't I dare to work for myself and earn? Beauty and money is all what we need..! I think we should even add talent and happiness to make it honey. Jealous...
.... wrote a lengthy para, few sensitive things, few experiences, liked it when I read over here. Went to preview, attempted a correction... gone..! Deleted. Floating somewhere in binary cyber space or maybe not, the whole fucking piece. No mass on this rolling stone. But I'm determined to post. I'm thumping so hard on the keyboard....angrily, eager to write sumthing. New beginning, Confidence, College, Marriage, Friends, Heartbreak, Pain, Family, Biological, Ideological, Geographical, Political, Corporate, Caste, Creed, Nation, City, Town, Village...! Mind fucked to accumulate, deny, destroy. Boundaries are beginning to disappear. I don't want to rent space to my past. Want to write something smart and short toni8, de last night at my pace before college begins. Direction-there is none. Space-unlimited. Template-Not pre-determined. Vision-thankfully.
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