First Post

I see it often; sitting, secluded, wishing someone would come and free you from your prison.


A place of pain and misery with absence of liberty, held in a state of limbo by faults and expectations.


The desire to be what others want you to be but crippled by being who you aught to be,


You.


In a world where expectations are faults put on pedestals of exaltation. To be what they want you must embody the worst qualities of humanity.


It is virtually the paradox of reality; to transcend greatness you must descend into insanity.

plans for this blog

This blog is going to be my medium for presenting my written work, be it short stories, vignettes, poems, or dramatic writing (plays, skits etc.). Its a work in progress, and a new thing for me, so forgive mistakes and ill try my best to make sure things are posted accurately and with as little faults as possible.