...Slipping away...

..and when I got down to write I couldn't...I can't...

I don't know about others, but my blogging pace had definitely slowed down. I think it's healthy as it a fresh feeling when there is a new post..but somehow I have also run out of ideas to write..

It's been a story of life with me.

When I sit down to write..create a piece of art..a piece I myself would want to read again and again..I draw a blank...

When I am busy..too busy to even eat or drink...I have ideas running through my head ..no not running..speeding..and not enough time,space or patience inbetween those thoughts and my work..to pen any of them down..

..I think it's the patience which is failing me now..not because I have an abundance of ideas at the moment..but because I am trying to chase them..find them...hunt them down..and the search is driving me desperate...which is the first of kin of impatience..

Everyone gets tired of a hobby, but what happens then hobby gets tired of the person..and skills start to fail..or fade..lose visibilty to others..

I need to rejuvinate myself.

I want to feel that inkling to grab a piece of paper (or in our case a keyboard) and go click cluck click cluck till the darkness loses it's placidity to the insanity of sound...that rush I used to get when i created something which made me smile..smile till the cheeks hurt..from pride..and accomplishment..till I feel I reach a point when I can never write again..because this is absolutely the best I have ever done...

..and then write something fuller..more beautiful..more engrossing the next time round...

I want that glow to discover me again.

..and at the end of this all I just ask myself (and you all)..

..Will I run out of ink?...ever?