We meet again, o' sleepless nights. How have you been doing? I'm not fine thank you. The couple nights have just been difficult to get through. I don't know why.
I'm sorry if I haven't been loading that many posts. Writing has alway been a solace to me, for thee i seek to pen my deepest thoughts, those too complicated, too harsh to be voiced out by my dyslexic self. Then again, who would I have to seek but you to gain my inner peace. You take in with no voice, no thoughts and no judgement.
Many times have I tried, to let loose of myself. I held back, I don't know why. As my clutter of drafts laid untouched, each piled my most valued thoughts locked in this virtual safe. Forever left alone, untouched, unread, till the one day, when I decide to rid them all, washing away all my hopes, fears and passion.
As again, trying to reach that empty void of comfort amongst all discord.