’twas needless to say… ’tis when one cannot speak that which your emotion tells you. ’tis then that it is needless to say, for nothing can describe it. ’tis so sad, my chest hurts with a heavy pressure and i batttle to breath and i forget to breath and my cold body reacts with impulsive …

if i die today, for their is that chance today, then perhaps things will come to pass that i died and perhaps water will fall and skin will be stained – if only for a moment, or perhaps longer – it matters not really. he died yesterday, was burried today, i could die now. ’twas …

He died today. i saw his body in the arms of his protector,over seeer,master,friend, father. i saw the tears that rained down the cheeks as he carried him. i saw the face of a man, stained red with burning salt tears as his face twisted under the pain. I saw him dig, dig and weep …

sometimes i wonder is it is nessesary to put my efforts in things that seem so abstract and estranged from things that matter. For example computers, what really are computers ? they are a use, not a usage of something that more meaningful to life and our lives. they seem like a place holder, those …

what is it that you want from me? …it was this that i feared.

I see you there, high up in the clouds, smiling and so content with your space. Its so soft up there, isn’t it? Yeas, the air is fresh there. How now? can you not see the trees? The bees are being while the rabbits are fleeing, how now? can you not see the trees? nor …

i think at the end of the day, all that remains – no matter who you are, are those little things that define us – things that are strange and so like us, things that define us are the things that we tend to do – and i think at the end of it all …

even computering is a abstraction that we have defined – just like the abstractions in the matric and in my life. For instance Memory, its not holdable, its abstract, so is process and executing code and run time environment – networking, streams of data, space these are not real as in real, but they are …

its getting outta hand now, i slept the entire day, it rained and it was great to sleep that long – i only woke up a 4pm.But now its 10 pm and i should sleep – but i cant. This is really getting outta hand – i just can’t get to sleep – and the …

I sometimes get depressed about all the things that i have to do, become and get behind me – its like my entire life is based on reaching certain mile stones and then when i get them – its the next one to go… I mean even to the extent of living( deep ) , …