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edward scissorhands

Posted on | April 9, 2008 | 1 Comment

i have become an insomniac again…generally leave for work around 7 in the morning…come back home by 9..eat..go to bed at 11..and then toss and turn till 2-3am..i came away 2000kms from you,hoping that work,the eternal painkiller will help me forget..and i spend all of my day working…and yet..in the nights..WHY DO YOU HAVE TO COME BACK? the girl at work reminds  me of you…the distance reminds me of you…the crazy lonely night reminds me of you..this madness reminds me of you…now i know what edward scissorhands felt..but he at least could create something beautiful…i can not…nothing to vent my frustration at being away…and for this..i wonder if i will ever forgive you…for letting urself be so easily pushed away..

i am not edward scissorhands..but i wish i was…his loneliness would be better than mine…and i wish there were some snow………………………

P.S. i am in mumbai and enjoying my work..even though thoroughly submerged in it..i had hoped to tell you something about mumbai..work..how i enjoy work..but it all comes down to this whenever…the most important thing in life…why do some wounds take so long to heal?

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  1. Anonymous
    April 15th, 2008 @ 10:09 am

    This is a big gap!!!

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