There has always been certain never thoughts in life. Somewhere they reside in great oblivian. They over sleep, make living more solitary and, strangely enough, never thoughts. You just dont mull over. You have no clue that they are growing with you; nourshing your subtle, meticulous silences; observing your detailed movements; dying occassionally when you are hell bent on wearing a new narration.
It is a casual numbness that goes unnoticed every moment. It crawls, prowls, and ceases your thoughts; yet they are so never thoughts. And when they commence to voice their existence, you are just quiet, in deed, very quiet. Often I brush a question to these never thoughts and et al. I will let the readers ponder what might be the most probable query. And a reader must be wondering whether I get my answer at all? Yes, my answers are throbbing with life; they are so much into existence; however, they fail to satiate me.
So these never thoughts fall short of making it to my akme of satiation. Willingly enough, I master my thoughts. I reign my nation of never thoughts. I decide, I imbibe. Yet I remain so baffled when these never thoughts come to know "me," which is still a riddle to my existence or to my so called "nonexistence."
