Survival is the key

I thought I'll chip in with a post today.So here I am sitting, thinking what to write and all that and wondering why the hell am I feeling so damn optimistic today in spite of life being nothing but overly miserable.Won’t it be good to be a tree? It would be awesome. I'd have the right to be lazy all my life! "Look, I got roots and can’t leave this spot even for you, can I?"
And cook all my food and never bother about the disappearance of flesh from between my bones and skin anymore...I'll also grow thorns and big ones at that. I don’t want any monkeys climbing me. would also like to get rid of the birds, they irritate me with all the chirping and dropping. In that case I’d be a fruitless, leafless one. a CACTUS!! Yes that’s what! For those whose life has been nothing short of a story, writing stories is but a knee jerk reaction, and writing them on a blog is jus a way out of the many possible.
Just came to know that people are moving on, forgetting the past and growing new roots. Cant do much, am a tree remember? That too a cactus, no shade, no fruit, basically useless, just trying to survive for its own sake.so fly away birdie, there is nothing out here in the desert. Go to the lush lands, where the grass is green and the sun is shining. And hey hey hey, don’t try sitting on my branch here. It's wicked thorny...try move out of the desert as fast as u can and don’t think too much about me, I’d be ok, I was made for the desert.

Sid rules and the musings match. Somehow cant recognize the right people at a given moment. This sometimes leads to you having juvenile altercations with the person. Kill the liar as always is the remark!