But I married words..

“But I married words” said the widow.

I found this line scrawled on the last page of my diary, which until not very long ago, I used to write in.

And now, I fail to recollect if these lines were mine or borrowed. Google search does not yield me any results. If you are reading these lines, tell me whether you’ve read them somewhere else. And if they’re all mine then this is me, haunted by my own brainchild.

Aren’t we all??

Cookies.

Take a proper look at yourself.

So, what do you see?

What the hell do you see?

Do you enjoy what you see?

Do you trust your perception?

Does it make you feel insecure?

You know something, don’t answer the last question. I know the answer already.

Go on. Tell the world that you feel awesome.

We all know that’s shit.

What troubles me is how much uncertainty actually lies beneath your skin.

Is it probable that you’ve actually stopped existing?

Ok. So my words of wisdom aren’t going to open your mind.

It isn’t going to make you introspect and find yourself.

You’d probably read this and question my sanity.

Honestly, I myself don’t know where I am.

So, where were you yesterday??

Why did you buy your Aviators?

So you really love Absinthe?

Are you happy with your life??

Oh great! You’re shaking.

But you aren’t doing the Jazz Hands this time, are you?

Screw your fear. Drink some beer.

Maybe the shaking will stop.

Airheads affirming uniqueness.

Look at me! Look me in the eyeball!

You don’t want them to bring out the big guns, do you?

Believe me. You don’t want that.

We are all plebeians. Yet we’re all one of a kind.

Embrace the loser in you.

Exonerate yourself.

Feel this great feeling.

Cross over to my side.

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