Will of the heart

It was like two months ago when this stupid computer broke down and after the repair, my files were all gone. Like, ALL gone. Zero. Nothing. Both my sisters' still remain in some random part of this very disk but no, not mine. It wasn't quite a big deal for me, though. Not until a few days ago. When I came to recall of something.

Oh crap it was and it IS such a big deal.

But too late. Waaaaaaaaaayy too late. Those files of mine could just be in any random palm-sized thing in that computer shop.

I wanna sleep.

Oh who living on planet earth cares anyway.


And yeah by the way this blog was meant to be flooded with my feelings be it pleasant or not, 'cause here is the only available place on planet earth which has enough space, maybe soon not enough, though, to store up all these trashes of mine. Though most of the time you won't have any clue about what I'm crapping about. Just. Let me.

A blog is a place where you store your feelings; Twitter is where you drown it with random sentences; while Facebook is where you record the events in your life. That's to me at least. So. Let me be.

"The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still, small voice of conscience." - Mahatma Gandhi

Can you hear the sound.