Friday, March 11, 2016

I don't have time for this

but here I am. Typing another entry.

I guess it have something to do with my impulsive behaviour, triggered by all the happenings that happens at once, or because of the thought of being busy, or maybe I'm just tired with all this.

That's about right, if I look back at myself. It's always when I'm in a pressure of somekind that put my finger wild with motions. While my mind is whirling with uncontrollable emotions.

In a moment like these I feel that emptiness in my mind. Not really thinking but still are there in the edges. Scratching it's way to compel me onto something, but not enough to make me.

I always have something to say, whenever I'm like this. Not like when I'm open to everything, it's always a chore sometimes. But it felt great when I'm actually thinking of what to write, now I'm just withdrawing myself from my mind. Running.

Written words probably make much more sense to me than the taunting voices. That's probably why I start this, why I never given up on it. No matter what people thought of it, why other people do it. I'm sure that I'm doing this for myself. 

Yes, I've never been so sure of anything more than this.

I'm sorry for my absence, I'm not sure when I'll be able to come and say Hi to you on your blogs. But thanks for coming your way to here. It feels great to know that someone care to read bits of my lines.
Thank you.


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