I'm cringing and shrinking into myself these days..not being introvert..not being self-centered..but some kind of inertia holding me tight within the clutches of loneliness..kinda resorting to insightful introspection..
What do i have to muse so much about?I had never been a complex character to be dug and dissected..My life has always been simple enough to be cracked with an average savvy..But i'm switched into a thinking mode for pretty long..Trying desperately to topple it..but flunking each time..
I'm no more interested in hang outs,not in movies,not in parties,.Life is turning out to be a hide and seek with me choosing to hide each time..There are those rejected phone calls and unanswered messages and neglected chats..
Perhaps the new twists and turns in my life and the inevitable bafflement is all responsible for my state of mind..
Perhaps the advent of a new serious life plays the magic..
I have become all alone..
Perhaps not alone..but trailing from a sucking loneliness to the genial solitude..