Friday, January 16, 2009

The Inside of my Head..

..is a perfectly fine place to be. A little dusty, true, but fits one person perfectly. With all the other voices that live in here.

Yes, I can feel the walls coming up, the bolts falling into place. Sounds of comforting finality.

I like it in here.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Like do you get bolts of depression while writing this blog or what ma'am????

Mudra said...

Umm, I thought this was a happy post. Anon doesn't think so, apparently. What IS it, Divya? I don't see why it'd be depressing to be in one's own mind... :-\

Hakuna Matata said...

Reminds me of that 'Honey, I shrunk the kids movie' and those graphic Magic Bus stories exploring the insides of things whose insides ought not be explored.

Divya said...

What a depressingly graphic baby blog... and just ends up reminding me of Harry Potter looking for the philosophers stone... somehow...

indiegurl said...

@anon: no ya, i live in a state of depression from which i occasionally surface. i didn't, this time. live with it.

@mudra: haha, not happy post exactly, but not sad either as you point out. Statement of fact. Further reading recommended -- comfortably numb by floyd. :)

@hakuna matata: Why shouldn't the inside of my head be not explored?! I like the inside of my head!

@divya: how?