Been away for sometime,
Neglected many of the friends I once met with on a weekly or fortnightly basis.
Work’s been keeping me and it’d wouldn’t be fair to say that life isn’t good to me.
Yet as earthly beings we never really seem to be fully satisfied with our possessions or the life that we have been given. No matter how much we have been blessed.
Like strings of a kite that sway with each direction’s wind
directionless and clueless on the next one coming.
However, glad that there’s never been a day the other hand of that single string has released.
He had been tugging each time I darted right down.
And In good time, before the pits came forth, I was tugged up skyward once more.
How was I so blind to ignore.
Alas, I have gained sight,
And strength to soar again.
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There is always a voyeuristic rush and an element of intrigue as one delves into the lives and thoughts of an utter stranger whom one would hardly have an inkling if it wasn't for the blogs.Nice work nette,interesting series of blogs.Though the presence of that photograph of you with that menacing machine does i feel rob away the raw authenticity of your reflections.A blogger whose identity is published does write for her readership,doesn't she? What would be a truer insight i reckon are the journals that you religiously pen with every fleeting thought, tucked away in a corner of your room,safe from prying eyes,safe from the web...my opinion might be flawed but hey,it's only a blog....
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