What was it like?

Never had i thought this would ever happened, but haven't i learned? It's like this. As always.
I was actually planning to do my work and finally, for once , to stop procrastinate.
But something caught my eyes, a sign on the lower right corner of the screen, blinking. Oh! a message, that reminds me of a plan.
A plan, which i noted to myself, to do when there is time. So, there it goes, windows popping up one after another.
Stories, symbolical stories, with detail of life embedded in it. That's what i was reading.
Each piece intrigue me. Inspiring , indeed.
Seeing fragments of thoughts and hints of real life, something churned inside me.
Fiction, with a twist.
"Life imitates arts more than Art imitates life" OW
i guess, it goes both ways.

new year...same resolution

No sure how to put it.Here,i am..again.Seeking for asylum of sort.It's hard to describe and again,i am not here to describe.Just to get something out. Inferiority engulfed,to be terribly terribly insignificant.Yet not one to want to loathe it.The grip of it makes reality harder then ever."The only thing that sustains lone through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated."Oscar Wilde