Work has gotten three-fourth of my life.
I long for the word “linger” which I could not enjoy now. Everything has to be done immediately. Everything must be settled at certain deadline. I could not even find a sufficient time for a decent entry to post. I kept forgetting I have a blog.
I wanted to tell you stories. Write so much. Tell you about this "little things" that play inside my head every now and then. I wanted to tell you about this "friend" that has been keeping me awake in the middle of the night all because of a single phrase he told me. I wanted to organize and tell. But even my weary brain would not cooperate.
I miss my days in the sunset. I miss my solitude. Holyshit, my hands are shaking again.