This is my first attempt to blog, to create a web diary,
I no not the ways of writer, so plz bear with me, while I start my journey.
I start to write, I take the first step
Its easy to correct,
then be perfect first time.
I am in my apartment, watchin the sun go down,
the world turning dusky, the shadows coming now.
I think what it is to live,
what it is to experience life,
I think I have not lived,
by watchin the sun go down, in my apartment.
I am an observer,
I am an addict,
I am un-live,
I am unfeeling,
I am or am I?
I am lonely, Its good to be lonely,
nothing to care for,
nothing to think for,
nothing to worry for,
nothing to live for.
but to think,
I will die,
will someone know?
will someone care?
will someone miss?
does it matter it someone knows, care or miss?
because,
did I die?
did I pass?
when I was never truely here,
when I was truly never alive.
In this game of life,
I am an observer,
I enjoy other's play,
-- to be contd.
