Is two weeks count as enough time to be an epiphanic break from your passion to give you the secret perspective which you have been searching for all your life?
Anyway, I’m back from my two weeks blogging hibernation. At times, It felt like I’m free, from the schedules, deadlines and the earthly pleasure of receiving likes. But, I missed it, the people, the works, the feels!
Mostly I missed the feel of performing. We can say an artist work is complete in itself and audience isn’t a necessary part of it, We can! But, you know otherwise, if not, you wouldn’t be here.
Here’s a poem from those dark times of blogging free life,
Silently raging within this ‘cage’.
Blinded by a nightmare,
An anthology of fears & pains.
Ropes of snakes pulling,
My poisoned mind, down
Blood bounded to my rusty veins.
To rot from within.
Read me, Release me!
Before I go, An inspiring quote by Janelle moane,
The perfection is the enemy of greatness.