It has been 23 years since I opened my eyes. 23 hours have passed without closing them for a nap. I am back to my weird habits. Night is calm except for the occasional barking of dogs. It is young too. I just went through a couple of threads in a community and reread 100 pages of sorcerers stone. I may probably watch hp6 this weekend. I am eager to see the portrayal of Voldemort`s childhood. I have been thinking about what we see most of the time yet have no idea of it. Someone said darkness but it is not a state but lack of visible light. I think it should be the eye-lid. Once I got that idea, I tried rolling it up to see how it looks inside. It is red like a fresh burn. Then I closed my eyes and tried to visualize. I can feel only the charred flesh. Well, being awake at odd timings might have lead to such thoughts.
For the first time in the past 3 years, I want to pen my thoughts in a subtler manner.
I know it is an agonizing wait
that may long for ever
Had already taken the bait
can go back never.
Everywhere there are my eyes
rarely do they find rest
for in them there lies
the love to warm my nest
they’re wary with test
never do they drop
for their fear lest
my heart may stop.
It seems like the romanticist has finally risen from his long slumber. It is time for me to take his place.(Yaaaaaaawn)
P.S.1. I hope unnecessary bases do not get added to my body this weekend.
P.S.2. I am missing buffet these days
P.S.3. This may be a boring weekend. I am glad I have HP6 to kill a Sunday.
P.S.4. I am more responsive to novels than people, plots than ploys. No wonder one of them had driven me to tears.
Abyss of erudition 