The ghost of my deceased grandfather who's socks i once tore up just to annoy him, had visited me few nights ago and taken away everything. turned all my thoughts into ghosts like him who touch no ground because they have no feet.
we cant trace those who stay afloat. thus, i hadn't written a word ever since.

i feel majorly unoccupied now, having nothing to do besides the telly or the phone.
the thoughts have run and the words too... but everything else remains
isolation, solitude, the nights and the dim.

If only i could convince myself that i am slightly delusional then maybe i'd be a lot more hopeful.