Jane Doe

The journey within one's self seems to be a never ending course. The search never ceases until you lie peacefully in a cascade with a flower or two, to be reminded of that little worth you once knew to have possessed.
 I am not bitter, I am merely trying my best to fit in the character I was destined to play. The character of a nobody, that is.I am quite sure you would as well, have grown curious to know more about this bizarre persona..right? Well I
am Jane, Jane Doe. This is what fate has named me. I am a dweller in the dark, who constantly gropes for small flickers or some inspiration at the very least, to keep moving on.

   My ability to play with words has some how kept me away from crossing the very edge that separates mortals from eternity, although it makes me quite curious to unlock the mystery of what lies beyond that fine line ...What so ever...huh, all of this is rather meaningless like the essence of my life which still goes on. And I m just bound to play my part, despite having to loath it.


A writer of sorts, who starves through days on end and can't muster up the energy nor the sanity of mind to bring some vigor into what gets depicted by me on paper, is who I am. Or in other words, a solitary being blessed by the favors of fate...!

    I was always taught by my deceased mother not to lose hope in even the toughest of times, to always hold my gaze fixed towards the silver lining despite the visible greyness of the clouds. But I regret not being able to find that lining anymore.

Its Strange, I've been finding myself in a state of amnesia for quite some time now and a constant numbness inside my head prevails, for reasons I don't understand neither can recall. The last thing I remember though is the reminiscence
 of an eerie but an enlightening dream.

I saw myself grown lighter as if all the burdens and regrets had been lifted from my chest. With a hallow appearing and beckoning me silently towards itself. A part of me declined for I didn't want to be a part of it this soon, I wanted to write for the very last time...
Its all getting so clear to me now. I remember waking up from it as if in another dream.. Another fragment of my acted up subconscious that is...But it was no dream. It was for real. Everything does happen for a reason.
And my very last wish seems to have already come true. As my time is up finally and I am free to embrace the light..! Farewell my dear fellows... I see the hallow beckoning me for the very last time...