Chaos. That's my life abridged. Oh I may sound as though I have lived a turtle's lifetime on this planet. No, no. I am somewhere in the middle. Or may be just a quarter something.
I was told it had something to do with the star that winked slyly at me when I first opened my eyes to this world. I was told this particular star took a fancy to take us on a ride, a not-at-the-least-exciting ride, if I may add, at every turn we would take. And I was even warned that this wicked little star loves to delay giving us the things we deserve only to make us doubly happy at a later time. Now that is not simply wicked, that is disgusting. Well, it's good to know it's worked just this way for the others who share my star! As for me, the little devil is still playing its tricks.
Or maybe this star or devil, whatever that might be is just me? Maybe a star can turn a devil in no time when one decides to put the blame on anything but oneself? Or maybe the chaos is simply some phantom of an idea, that comes and goes when it pleases only to gnaw one's insides? Oh damn..I do not know! It's only getting all the more chaotic! And I hate the cacophony. So cut it. Peace.

To my personal Editor

Life never comes with an ‘Edit’ option. What can be edited are these letters that take form from our thoughts. What can be edited are those very thoughts that stop us from action. I have had a personal Editor whose nod gave shape to my thoughts. I have had a personal Editor who did not simply edit but believed every word born out of those bizarre thoughts. I have had a personal Editor who knows that though edited, I remain unchanged. And this remains unedited.