They say too much of anything is not good. How much of love is too much, how much of hate is too much. How much of patience is too much. I don’t know if anybody can answer that.
These days my head is completely fogged out. I’m not able to think straight, guess I forgot who I used to be or what I wanted to be. Where am I heading? What am I doing? Why am I feeling like a poet who has lost his inspiration that all along provided for the free flow of beautiful imagination, the serene peace of mind.
Sometimes I feel like I want to bare it all, throw away everything, every single thought, every single memory and just be. But then there is a longing and a prayer.
