Today I realised how far I have rubbed the lines of reality, for various reasons, my alter-egos are running a parallel competitive race with each other. Life is frozen on some days and on some; the sun never sets. Swinging between the two a new me is formed – confused, hating to be questioned. The state of inertia is seeping in and things are changing for worse, the pen moves on the paper but the writer is dead.
In the transitions of day and night people blur out, dialogues turns to monologues… for those who walk on dreams reality is minefield.