Feelings

...and this man liked to call his better half a skylark and squirrel lovingly in the play i just read which got my brows raised and made me chuckle deep within probably in a sort of "whadafuck"

Its funny how awesome we can be whilst we give our own verdicts being the full fledged opinionated human beings that we are most of the times . 

I guarantee you if you ever come to me with your set of problemo i'd lather you with the best form of solution that i could possibly come up with. however, my array of confusion lies in that moment when we are ourselves caught up in that web and there's no way to come out of it and even if we can(in some cases) we just wish not to coz we love that web and that web is what keeps us going and that web, no matter how much threat it poses we just cannot deny it coz denying it would be denying our feelings, our sentiments and the deep arousal that it provokes from deep within and to deny these things would be to deny our own existence .

Sometimes, we can be so afraid of the reality of these feelings mostly terrified of the way we have to deal with all these haphazard emotions oozing out like a volcano  leaving you with a multitude of questions when reality check hits in, but then again, isn't even reality an illusion in some form ?
The reality which is being progressed, altered and accepted as per human suitability and sustainability and the fools that we are, nodding our heads and searching for the 'real' no matter how distorted real may be.

"there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people" --Vincent Van Gogh
 and art i suppose is infinite and limitless.....