Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither while they pass They slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting through my open mind Possessing and caressing me.. The Beatles, Across the Universe
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I haven't written anything substantial for a long long time. These days I either can't find the right words to express feelings or can't have the right feeling to express those words.
Sometimes I find it difficult to share the things that I've bottled up.. because having to voice out these thoughts means having to face up to them and the process could be pretty excruciating. Does that makes me an escapist? Or is that just my self-defence mechanism?
Why can't life be just a box of chocolate or a bed of roses?
To be void of emotions could be such a bliss at times.
Run pchan run.. run away