It feels like the waves, which hit the shores with the clout so strong, that it takes you to a different land. The shores of the mind are constantly being plundered by thoughts that have no connotation or similitude to the empty self. One moment of watery thoughtfulness like a roller-coaster ride without limits or boundaries and the next moment of dreadful void. It’s an irony that I still classify the “self” as “empty”. Delving deep into it reveals the open nothingness that is concealed just not to trigger utter dismay. These are all the ‘derivatives’ of the simple-thoughts that gradually get twisted to instigate this writing or this blog. I hate this vacillation of thoughts. I hate being a stupid observer with no real powers to outdo the self.
But still this is me! The ever-growing authoritative self!
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