Hey, what is this? Is this a joke, or truth, or a dream. I am still unable to decide.
What went by, what is going on; nothing was without reasons, absolutely not without reasons. Some times, comments, some other times, lots of compliments.
Where does it reside, where? Here, or everywhere. It is involved everywhere, in each action, each work, without manually involving anything, without touching anything. Just chases, no rights. All powers are lost, no returns. Things went one by one, nothing came back. I couldn’t stop them. They did not come back, never will they come and I am sure about this. Though, I am trying. I still owe some liabilities, period is life and interest is my assets. The period is whole life, nothing less than that. Nothing less than blood, all time and everything.
I cannot forcibly snatch things back. Subject is love and object is undefined; Yet no definition for the object part. Possibly like a mirror, which reflects, whatever comes In front. It is like a secondary flame, not a primary flame like Sun. Primary flame generates light and secondary has to borrow from primary sources. Like a temporary thunder, which lightens everything, but for a second.
You were right, I was wrong. Subject is wrong, object was right. Mirrors are always right, candles are wrong. You are correct. Wherever object moves, subject walks together. I don’t know what I am writing, but I am trying to put my thoughts on paper. Before coming to paper, all thoughts are furbished, reviewed, and corrected many times. If you start expressing your feelings directly without any processing, you will see results something like the one above. Let me know what you could understand by these paragraphs as your comments. It will help us improve our thought process and perception of objects.