Abstract I

Iam walking along empty pavements in shadow of the moon light searching for distorted memories which had diminished in the sea of time. Now I lie at the threshold of rejuvenation but can’t seem to find insistence which could pave through this transition. I feel as if Iam a lost traveler in a journey where I have no longing or aspiration. It seems as if Iam nobody trying to fill boots of some body who never really exists. Through my life I try to catch him whom i reckon is some body and as time prevails frustration and pain in this vigil increases and that some body gets further away from my grasp.
This process continues through out your life and its intensity increases as you move from one phase of your life to another. At this present moment it seems that desire to catch him is burned out and i feel that Iam too weary and tired to compete with him. I have continuously reformed from one identity to another so to gain mastery over him but my ambitions to conquer him have failed really miserably. If Iam a loser in the battle is it possible that death is slowly over taking my essence or have I realized existence of another realm where finally I have realized that what it takes to be me.