Nothing To Something

I have had this entry open for a very very long time. Over two days actually. I started writing a story one day, deleted it, started writing a commentary on something, abandoned that, and then i realised, i had no inspiration to write anything at all.

No rhyming words, nothing insightful, nothing to rant about, and i really am not going to bore the 3 people that read this page with mundane details about my life/day/week (there are like 80 gazillion blogs out there doing that already). So for weeks like these, i decided to do a little cheating, and re-post some of my older stuff, that i've archived.

Words, put down on a page offer some kind of amnesty. A release of sorts from the terrible places deep inside us, that no one really knows. Unless i'm some kind of anomaly, i think most people know what i'm talking about. Those feelings, dread, secrets and fears that we hide behind the facade of our faces. Alien to those around us, or even close to us.

But, with the facility of words, we can leave traces of these places; in pages in plain sight of everyone. And still live with the peace that their meaning will always be a question mark to their interpreters. Its almost a power, like an inside joke, and i for one, love to indulge in it.

I feel that between Language and music, we have a taste of some sort of god-like powers. My "why's" to that claim, i'll leave for another day. Atleast, i'll have something to write about. For now, i have to adjourn.

Ironically, beginning with nothing to write about, suddenly, i have a full page. How queer. Guess a re-post of something will have to wait for another day! LOL