Sport in British Burma, Assam, and the Cassyah and Jyntiah Hills V1: With Notes of Sport in the Hilly Districts of the Northern Division, Madras Presidency (1879)

This is a collection of daily, random thoughts. A daily journal about what I was feeling on that particular day. I suppose it can be telling about what kind of place I’ve been in lately. I write out of an urge to vent frustrations. It has been, and continues to be my therapy. I write of lost love, chaos, confusion, and basically a descent into madness. Creativity is born out of misery for me. Misery tends to put me in a creative moodA[a–A] Needless to say, I’ve been VERY creative lately. If you take anything from these passages, perhaps it will be my state of mind. I try to convey my personal issues with poetic metaphors. Sometimes that works, and sometimes, it doesn’t. I think perhaps, we all have those days that treat us badly. Mine have all been in succession for a long time now. I feel the need to write my feelings down. If I didn’t, I feel that I would not be able to go on sometimes. Hopefully, you will get some sort of meaning out of all of this. If not, I hope you enjoy the poetry, dark sarcasm, and sometimes intense verses on the pages aheadA[a–A].