The Journal I had always succeeded to cut and keep aside the coiling tendrils of the creepers of sorrow that come my way... The cast away, unattended mass in the attic of my mind starts to fume and smoulder and the darkness engulfs me .. The surrounding darkness gets thicker as days crawl by There is not even a silver streak anywhere in the horizon.. I curl up in the darkest corner of the deepest abyss in my mind.. Drained of the slightest strength to move or even to open the eyes.. It was never like this in the past.. A breeze, a drizzle, a fresh bloom, song of a quail, the first rays of the Sun Even a friendly phone call used to brighten me up pulling me into the light up from the darkness .. As profound sorrow engulfs me I hear a feeble murmur from within.. I strain with all the bones in my ears.. and guess I hear what it says . "Do not look for light outside.. It is hidden in the ashes, somewhere deep wit...
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