I missed my blog. Going back to post after almost a year of silent neglect felt like removing dust and cobwebs off an old book.

I am a creature of thought. I feed on this trail that randomly run ballistic in my head. I have to write them down– mundane they may be.

Today, like any other day, I started to feel too much . so much that I had to stop myself . It’s a skill to stop an emotion and pound your thoughts to numbness. A selfish skill you use to spare yourself that heart-wrenching pain of realizing short-term doom.

And yet you can’t hold back the tears that creep down your cheeks. You know you need a distraction and yet you do nothing to find it.

Pull yourself together. Time wont stop to watch you wallow and wait til you’re done. Time’s a bitch. then again, what isnt?

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