This song is making me think deep thoughts - ‘Prelude to april’, Yngwie Johann malmsteen style.

Today was ‘one of those days’. I speak in past tense because now, after most of the neighbourhood has gone to bed to either make love or forget their worries, I sit here in front of my ‘puter to try and gather those stray thoughts in my head and sound cohersive. But somewhere deep down inside I know that to really say what I want to say, I would have to do a lot of predefining first. Don’t know if it’s worth anything….never realy bothered to do it. I have built an understanding of this world in my own terms. I hold them sacred coz they cannot be bought in the next Sunday market. But I know that I am holding on, and that I have to learn to let go. I know that for a long time now I have been trying hard to speak in a tounge that people would understand, and in the process I have thrown a lot of thoughts to the wind. I know that within the limits of what I can say, I have done saying what I have to say. And I begin to wonder of things on the other side. I wonder if I am becoming too used to these limits. If I am building walls around me, content in knowing that I once used to think beyond them. I wonder about why the past always looks glorious in retrospect. I wonder of people I have met, of hands I have shaken. Of girls I have looked at twice. I wonder where I would fit. I wonder of my place in the sun. I wonder what it means to own a Sony Vaio . But I soon feel the lonliness of not having spoken for a period. Verbal hiatus invites me to speak again. To blog. To feel less lonely. To go out again. See the sea of faces. It seems pointless and endless.