on the coming of 2010

2010 is just around the corner, and I’m still trapped in this stupid melancholic abyss. I’m at that point where I want to get out of here, but another part of me keeps telling me that I shouldn’t, because I may already be so close to finding what I originally came here for. Despite the suffocation, lack of direction, and the feelings of being torn apart, I still hold on. And every single day, I die.

If it were only that easy to use the head when it comes to matters of the heart, I would have risen from the ashes long ago.

after ten years

Over the past two months of blog inactivity, big things have come crashing into my life one after another. I’ve always wanted to write about them, but until now the thoughts and ideas as to how I should put them into words remain a huge, black swirl of pure unadulterated blah.

In time maybe, but not now. Give me a couple of more days.