I stumbled upon a stone in the road. I cannot continue, I cannot advance. But every cloud has a silver lining. And my silver lining was the fact that I could go back the road and take a different path. But someways you cannot elude, some dead ends will stay dead. Sometimes reanimation takes much more then going back few stairs and climb to the next ones. Sometimes it takes a leap of faith.
I seem to have failed to continue writing, perhaps because I need a blank page, perhaps because I need a fresh set of eyes. My mind seems to twirl around the idea of deleting this account, maybe because it reveals too much of my mind, rather then the ideas I want to present in your mind. You, the reader, envision sort of scenes in your mind. I, the writer, envision abstracted figures that run through my mind, over and over again.
To be quite honest, I can't escape. I can't find any other way which will lead me towards a different end result. It seems that one dead end will always prevail. And although life is pretty certain, death is the absolute. But until I reach that point I want to practically use the ideas I try to present and the first phase of doing something is writing it on paper.
I don't believe in the virtual world.
