Intro

Rain pours heavily, shrouding the already shrouded mountains in mist. Mist that hides an untold number of things that spans further than the spectrum of human imagination. And so it occurs, that my curtained window atop the misty mountain, is just one of the many unsung and untold existence. An insignificant room wherein I once again find myself seeking comfort in putting together the words that otherwise would be left to oblivion, unspoken, mute...

It may be a faulty enterprise bound to failure, but one thing I am sure of will be infallible; that by doing so, I am committing myself to the one thing that i know and had always known to be the best remedy whenever I am at the bottom of life's wheel; the fleeting yet uplifting ecstasy of Writing.

And that is how I feel today...the confusion of emotions and the overwhelming sense of helplessness. In a vain attempt to give even a flimsy semblance of stability, I now and always will confine the brouhaha into words, for that is the least that I can do to preserve what is left of my sanity and the already tattered belief in emotional matters.

Crumbling coals and diamond dusts. The black soot of my life's disappointments and pain in contrast with the shimmering glitter of happiness and of a love that sustains my existence...


Y.H.B.