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Best to meet in poems:

cool speckled shells

in which one hears

a sad but distant sea.  

When writers go to some dark spaces and then pull out of them to unravel the brightness specking the surroundings, that's when we enter this happy sojourn into their world.

How many times have we heard about everything that has a reason, a time, a place? Somedays my nights are spent excessively dwelling upon this reasoning of time. How do we really get into and out of this catacomb of emotions so frequently and so easily? I just finished reading two works of fiction, both intense emotional dramas and my heart couldn't stop from beating hard for the people in them. I shipped them when they fell down and struggled to move on in their fictional lives. No comparing our complex lives on hand, but isn't fiction the escape from reality? 

The more I think about necessities and lost opportunities, the more I revel in the knowledge of self-evaluation. Anyway, this is the last blog post of July. How time flies by in a whoosh! I hope to work hard and achieve what I have set in mind. May we all regain our strengths and energies to live healthy, better and meaningful lives.

Here's to better times in August ahead! 

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