I hope I really am. Being verbal is burdensome sometimes, I may end up eating my words or hanging myself. But what you do with blogging?
I don't know what broke down within me. I needed a break and so I did and so explains the hiatus of quiet months. By when I'm finally resuscitated from my daily coma, this is what I see...
I've missed a lot in between... Looking back, much are like fallen leaves. I guess I'm left with seizing the moment and living in it. Breathe.
To make it last, maybe blogging helps. Like how you press the leaves.
