it is difficult to keep remembering....that you exist...you become an eye, an ear, a summation of senses on either side of a hood..
and you forget to feel how you feel...the realisation somehow seeps away from sensation...things happen and it does not matter...they do not and that does not matter either...
i do not know how it happened to me..how my life became a story...just another of so many stories i write...about my life...about how i feel...
it's difficult to know actually!
and it is no surprise that i fail to realise just when i trnsmutate from one charecter in a story...to other in another one..sometime maskes and makeup cling...sometimes i do not need then coz just changing color of my skin is sufficient...
it is meaningles to change from one anonymity to another... sometimes i have to just twist my lips a little...and i become another person...i am my jeanie then....why this seems so meaningless then?
what makes me sad when in the middle of the play i remember that i cannot fly...i cannot dissapear coz im not a jeanie in this story?.....
do i like my characters? do i know them?....or is it a pretence...of knowing it all...understanding the incomprehensible....?
i do not know...they say that ignorance is a bliss...and i do not want to know sometimes...coz with wings i can fly...it makes sense if i ignore the incongruities of my stories...that they never end....
how do i fell then between the charecters?...i do not know coz i am busy weaving new ones then...to fill in my emptiness
did god create us...worthless beings just like this?...to run away from senses...not to realise?...
i do not know coz i am on to a new story...another part of me...another part that will not fit, never, to make the complete me...its corners will not be machined...they will remain...sharp edges..incongruous ...they remind me of myself...when i hurt my fingers on one of them, i know that they are part of me...that my quest is still unfinished...that there is a face besides the mask...i have never seen it, but i know its presence then....when i hurt myslf over me....