Waking up myself

After much distress just like the nagging in my diary, this lines are spilled out of my memories at around 2:30 am in the midnight. Ask not what am i doing for obvious reasons as I am doing nothing really important other than to jerk myself on failures. Memories fade just like me and my life.... theories are strong, they can withstand tornadoes. Philosophy is an offspring to failure and depression. If you ask someone whom I made a friend, he too would expose quite a powerful tinge of philosophic trance. Making you to be in the state of alcoholic not more than 2 minutes. But trust you would jerk till you erase me out of your memories and hence I would be called mindblowing....

I keep on doing the same thing for my decisions that I've taken in my entire life. Sitting and sinking breathless with the faded memories for the failures and planning to make myself up again. Reading the content from big guys make me stand again, but how far am i an enough man.Life is a game.... but i dont have cheats. Some cheats even i apply generally wont work. And yes my game sucks always. People move with confidence but I move with confusion. I give my big hand to loop you into, if you really understand my intentions.


Regards

Shiva