Writing emails

It sounds crazy or maybe insane, but sometimes few of us prefer to write emails to ourselves. Sometimes I found there is a need to share every piece of you. It doesn't mean that you are alone or cloistered. I shared this idea with a friend, my friend was surprised. For my friend this idea solely belongs to psychopaths, those are interested in creating their virtual world. I am not completely agreed with my friend’s perception. That’s true we have people in our surrounding, but there are so many things those are taking place in our lives. We can’t nag them at every moment; everyone is very busy in their lives. Every day we feel something different, we experience something strange. Sometimes we feel irritated, anxious and sometimes we laugh and cry without any reason. There are so many feelings even if we want or not; those are mustering inside us and creating the commotion. After a certain time when you look for solace, you have to give them a way to come out and then writing email is one of the best options that I have ever noticed. In this way, there is no one to judge your feelings or ask you questions about your weird thoughts. I don’t know whether it is right or not, but I know one thing sharing is always good, and it doesn't depend on medium whether it's real or virtual. It is a just way of balancing the things in our lives.

Sometimes I found my address list is so long even though I am not able to choose anyone,

I don’t know how they will react and consider, I don’t want anyone to judge me,

When the things are mine, made for me then how it could be possible for them to understand,

What I can feel and see, no one else can feel, then how could I append them to my mailing list when they have different eye to see,

Sometimes I found several thoughts are rambling, and creating perturbations deep inside,

Even I wish to share, but thought of making someone else life muddled as me, hold me back from doing that,

But same as ocean, for its serenity and purity, it can’t be possible to held the things for long,

There is need to spill out everything even on your shore; no one cares its nature’s law, nothing wrong,

In this busy world, people will hear your story once or maybe twice but after they won’t be available to hear it again and again,

Maybe you will get hurt and don’t find anyone, your emptiness will force to think whether they are right or you are insane,

That is because I choose you, why the address list of mine only belongs to you,

With you there is no fear, no fear of getting wrong or being judged by someone,

My weird thoughts feel homely in your shadow, and get ample of space to do anything in your free sky,

I know randomness is just for a moment, but I feel complete and satisfied being part of this lie,

Sharing incompleteness with you doesn’t make me ashamed of anything,

Because you are just a part of me, or I can say that you are my mirror image,

Even tonight if my thoughts gave you some surprising elements,

Ignore them, everything was momentary,  your help is needed to find real me and to get rid off from this prolong ailment.