When Someone's Last Goodbye Blends In With Someone's Sigh

I still miss you. (Fuck) I won't be the last...

As much as it feels that I've begun to get a grip of things again, the feeling sure is weird. It just doesn't fit. Perhaps this is what a friend meant. Not knowing why things don't feel right even when all is over and seemingly gone back to normal. When returning to your "country" now appears alien suddenly. Lost and void of soul. To say getting back to the way things were has surely thrown a whole new meaning to me now. I realised that it's just not about going back to how I lived life then. It's about getting back and stepping up a level. There's the need to or the lesson learnt from the past will go to waste and only serve as popcorn entertainment. If there is one thing I learnt, then this is definitely it. Take risks and live not in fear. I remember, you said.

In solitude, it's comforting to know that solace is just about around every corner you turn if you ever need it. Motives may never be known, but whatever it is...still... To those concerned, my sincerest gratitudes...

In words, everything said perhaps paints a sad sorrowful situation. It was (perhaps) but not anymore. So for knowledge (esp you Ms Erin), Im not sliding helplessly on a downward spiral of spirits. Im just down. But don't we all fall before getting up, bigger and stronger??

Levelling up. I have surely stepped up on this one. And Im afraid I might have be hooked unknowingly. Now there's an offer. Did I hear cartons??? I give myself to it. The urge for going...

In about 9 hours time, Im gonna do (definitely maybe) the best office hours work I've done in years. Excellent stuff. Pure adrenalin pleasure. Soon...

Time is now. Now is redemption. Goodnight.


You won't be the first...