Scribbled Thoughts

I awaken to find this storm around me. This hazy image I'm not sure what. Whatever I think I was, was just a dream. When this illusion comes to an end, reality seems adrift to the winds. I'm not sure where I am or what to do next. I'm not sure if its dawn or dusk. I see a sign that I recognize. An old memory comes into picture. Not a whole, but a fragment of a memory. That person, that entity brings pain. But at this moment I would take anything, anything to kick start my senses. Anything to get me out of my foggy oblivion. And then the pain kicks in and the fog dissapears. Entities have surrounded me. Some real, some free. And some looking at me with utmost pity. And then the truth struck . The dream is about to be the reality. And as the sun sets on me, the heat takes me in. 

Where did those days go? The days where future was still in the future. The days when the internet was a hub for only information and restricted for the knowledgeable and used on PC's and Laptops. I was born during that era and yet I didn't experience it for a long time. Maybe I touched its dying edge. But otherwise the transition was just too fast. You know the time I'm talking about. Writers found typewriters more comfortable than computers. The tacking sounds of the pins striking the paper, the essence of every letter making its mark on that plain sheet of wonders. The times when music was bought in stores on tapes or CD's. Yeah, times were nice. No social networks other than people living closeby. Mass media included paper usage and people had their private spaces. Good were the times when a person's autograph was special and a photograph required a significant amount of time, money and effort. Yes, you know exactly what I'm talking about now. T

Hi there and welcome to Scribbled Thoughts. Have you ever once in a while said something or done something really cool and nobody was there to see it? Welcome to the club. The very reason I am writing this is because I have the same thing going on with me. So many thoughts occur to me in a day, 55% of which are worth writing down. But who roams around with a pen and a paper right? And as far as the thought about saving it on my cellphone comes into picture, I get this sudden OCD to format my thoughts and write them as if I am writing them for my English Test essay. Thus, I have noted down some of my thoughts and felt like sharing these up. So let's get it started.