SHITLIST

I liked this title in first look and thought that i can easily write something with this title. Then as usual, time i put my fingers on keyboard my mind stuck, not in thoughts but something come between my thoughts and words.

This gap sometimes seems just a crack still it remains a unconquered one. Sometimes when words come very slowly, like water flowing upwards on floor with wind, and faith make them fall down in a meaningful(for some people) sentence the feeling i get is amazing it feels like i can run and finally reach somewhere.

This again get me thinking and fear creeps in uninvited, what is hidden in the end, what if i falter in between. How that unseen entity is pulling me from my current ties, from my current possessions, from this, from this moment which is mine, this moment which i can't hold on, which if not lived will pass on without being used, which will be my loss.

Why to lose something which you can't have again for something which you might have?

P.S: This habit of falling in questions in the end.