Sometimes, as you sit somewhere in the corner, you think.
Images of burnt books haunt you and wish of helping them strikes you. But how? All that you have been doing is sit and do nothing else.
There are so many things you want to write about. 3 poems in your mind waiting to be immortal in the paper or your Facebook notes. But besides performing in an empty room and shouting them, there is nothing else you have been doing as well.
You tell your friends about stories you wish to write and lessons you wish to learn. And yet, you stare at the blank computer screen and waste another day. Or is it even wasting?
You wish that you’d been meditating, or wondering about stuffs haunting you, asking or questioning or even better answering instead. Than just lying in the corner, staring at the space.
But the corner is your home for now. The space your entertainment. You are in a sleep mode, the waken phase is long way to go.