On Cyberblogging

I longed to blog since the days I met cyberblogging. It takes me some time to undergo a reversal metamorphosis from being a person trying hard to be on my own and experience what it feels like to have things first hand then to becoming an easygoing fellow. 


For the previous years, I didn’t have that fortitude to chronicle what happened in my life for some of my fellow organisms to read or worse, I couldn’t think of few good things transpiring. Now, I decide to slightly detach myself from my isolation as much as I want to steer my sail towards the real world. It really feels incredibly amazing to feel alive after slumbering redolently for months. It’s like consuming happiness as I swallow the world within and isolate myself in a capsule in the outer space while the world is in my gut. I know the mirth the world can give and the joy of its days from dawn to dusk, but how would I know? I swallowed it within. But now, by George and by a flutter of curiosity striking out on me again, I seemed to want a ball of fiery energy to break this point and finally gag and vomit all after a long bingeing, experience the beauty of things mundane and be a sportsman to deal some of my frustrations and disappointments with equanimity. After all, vomiting is such a natural healthy process like farting to expel the toxins out of isolating my own world.