ontological...

It has been a while since I am able to write things like this. It is about that bits and pieces that surround a decision-making. I shall called it as ontological dispersion of a million things of the pasts, present, and the future. Nobody owns anything. And not one of it can be used as a weapon to combat the so-called wrongs and at faults. The tastes are of course two sides. The reality and the fantasy. Sleeping late is real but it can also be a fantasy. It is a fantasy because I am in no man's land but me and mine alone. The reality is that I have to go to sleep. It is the order of life's reality. But it is a rarity to have a one shot feel of being driven out to a place where everybody cries. So very ontological! Life is without its usual mercy. And it takes a fantasy to wipe out the pain and the sorrow. But hopeful is the name of the game now. It has become a reality and everybody rises to the occasion!