The window.
It’s been a long time since I actually sat down and wrote.
Guess all writers do need a form of inspiration or a deep impact in their lives in order to write something, which is both a pity and a blessing (because only then the writings mean something).
I have not wrote after THAT incident. But that matter is long past now, almost a month. Wait, it’s been more than a month. Again, who cares?
I thought I had closed that window for the longest time. I thought nothing will ever happen again. I thought everything I had built up for myself will just crumble eventually.
But, am I really so lucky to have Chance by my side throughout this whole time? Do I dare to believe in this Chance or chance? Do I dare to step out again? Do I dare crack open that window the tiniest bit? Is this even the right time?
I don’t know.
Dreams are for the weak, but the strong ones act and build upon their dreams too.
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I kind of like this stage now… It’s kind of gray-ish. A startling difference from what I usually want and expect.
But it irks me because once I see you, my expectations won’t keep up with reality. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint myself. I’m afraid I won’t like how things turn out.
Then again, I feel like if I don’t see you… It’ll be… This will be… meaningless? Like, what kind of relationship do we hold? We can’t classify each other as friends, because technically, we haven’t met, even though we may be close like that.
This is weird. The Internet and cyberspace is weird. It fucks up relations.
Nope! Sorry, ain’t a huge fan of The Beatles.
