Here I am. In front of my screen. Staring yet again at the monitor. I have quite a number of articles – all half-baked; only partially written. It seems before I could finish them or publish them inspiration strikes out or maybe fatigue sets in. In either case, I cannot pull out the writer in me to finish these articles – no matter how seemingly interested I was in beginning them. Then again, maybe I am just at a lost for things.
The thumping heart has finally tired itself out.
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A moment on narcissim. I have managed to save my first adobe photoshop-edited picture. 
Let me post it here as a thumbnail.
tsk. vanity or narcissm?
