I feel like talking. I wish i had someone to talk to, someone to chill with, someone to share something with, someone to see through this facade. Shared joy is double joy and shared sorrow is half sorrow. Anyone? Noone? Ok. So my boring blog, i therefore turn to you, writing this using a keypad with 26 alphabets, if put in a sequence they are called texts, trying to feel better. But text is very powerful, powerful enough, powerful enough to describe my feelings, powerful enough to play with feelings. Text are words and words never ever die. Im not talkative. Im one of the quitest persons u'll ever come across but when i talk i can scream. Im loud so that everyone can hear me, hearing is useless without observing, a lecturer, debater, speech giver is useless and makes no sense if he cant portray a picture in his words, if he cant let his listeners observe him, if he cant paint the picture...
There are two sides of me, one im having now at present, the other one i left in Pakistan. I dont think i've changed, this is how i am here, you can put the blame on time. Im stranger to myself, im in search of my other side...
I might moan and try to be unhappy but this is not real me, its my this side's fault, happier and sad side. One day i hope i finally merge myself into one, one Ammar, physical one, and then flush all my negativeness, sorrows down the drain instead of writing them here like a looser on the vast space of nothingness....
Meanwhile i can only pray for those times to come...
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