The alter ego

As I write this blog I clearly see my alter ego come alive. The murkiness and gloom that surrounds me seems to wither away as words take shape. The happiness and mirth are a little less joyous and have an undertone of sarcasm. As I write I see myself as another person, a person telling a tale. As I write, I read, in the eye of an espoused reader.

The magical fascination of the alter ego crosses the divine path of the sub-conscious to gather strength in the reality of an unreal world. As I describe,  my alter ego invites a fascination to the many subtleties that  make up the imaginary. As I read my posts I see the writer emerge to discuss philosophies and the train of thought. There are corrections made and small pauses as I think to write. The train of thought deviates only to emerge again stronger than ever.

As we all struggle to make decisions in life so does my writing, it takes many forms. The simple to the subtle, the sarcastic to humorous, many a times merging the many tastes. My alter ego evolves to find its footing and explore the exquisite beauty of writing in a known language. There are simplistic and straight-forward expressions with no hinted metaphors or sarcasm, and there are times I am talking in a cryptic language feigning an appearance I don't wish to reveal to the untrained eye.

There is a certain pleasure I derive from writing, a warm feeling if you wish. The travails of my life and thought may not be interesting or even worth chronicling to any other person. The alter ego emerges only to deviate myself from this train of thought and give way to the whimsical and contemplative writer in me.      

The alter ego is taking shape.