The Blabberer is dead, long live the Blabberer

Like I have already mentioned in my first post, I started blogging because my mind was being bombarded with thoughts, and this was supposed to be my outlet. Unfortunately, I haven't been posting posts as often as I would have liked to. What's worse is that most of my blabber, as I call it (because it filled with digression and like someone recently pointed out, I write in one big block of text, which is actually a subconscious thing, but IMO, it adds to the whole blabber theme), is now filled with details of my latest passion, exploring linux. The outlet of thoughts that I had, had been hijacked by this latest craze of mine. So I have decided, it is high time I started a new blog (where I am yet to start posting) for the all the geeky stuff.
Even though I have not been posting that often, my mind is still under siege. I wake up everyday with the same thoughts that I had slept with. Man I need to reset. I need a fag. It is ironic that I feel the urge to light up on the World No Tobacco Day, but a cigarette really does reset your mind. Sigh! It's been nearly an year n a half since I pulled in my last drag from a fag, but I still feel like having just one last puff whenever I see a lit cigarette. But I am smarter now, I know it isn't worth it. Anyway I still get up like someone had put me hibernate the night before, with all thought right where I left them. Man i need to reset. I need booze. Told ya I was smarter now :P

A glimpse of the end

There I was, bidding goodbye, to friends and family, to every one that mattered to me. Some were sad, most were crying, but I was at peace. There wasn't any emotion in me, I couldn't fell a thing, it was a very weired experience. I was going, going on a long journey, with no idea of where I was going to end up. I wasn't taking any of my belongings, for none were required for the journey. But then I started breathing again, breathing fast, breathing heavy. I was wet, drenched in sweat. My mouth was dry and longed for water. My head was spinning, and hurting too. I was still alive, in my room. It was dark, it was hot. The fan wasn't spinning. Damn it. I felt better in the dream where I was dead.

Lost Friend

Hey all,

Today as my day begun I received some really awful news. Overcome by emotions, i wrote a little something. Please bear with me.

Friend.........no more

Let go of those tears, for sorrow you may heave;

Let go of those fears, and unrestricted may you grieve.

Sorrows in life, you may have heaps;

But by keeping it inside, there is nothing one reaps.

Everyday in life, friends come and go;

But I haven’t lost one, since a long time ago.

It gives me great pleasure, that him I knew;

Even though for me, he was like mid-morning dew.

There is so much more to life, than he could even perceive;

Let go of those tears, for sorrow you may heave.