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Haven't written here in a while, like everyone else says, it's the days of the Facebook (or Googles, Glozeil will say).
Don't really know why and what brought me back into this space again, maybe it was the cold, late hours of a Monday night that refused to give in to the bed, maybe it was another sad song with very, very beautiful lyrics that I get addicted to at times or maybe it was just me, trapped within my own dreams.
It must have been 10 years since I started blogging, writing down what I feel and it was definitely strange to revisit those words last night. Cos while I seem to recognise the writing, perhaps the person behind the writing and even recall the mise-en-scene in which the person wrote in, I could'nt remember him that clearly. In this hated phenomenon of retrospection, I find myself a different person..... Thing is, is that a good thing?
I don't like to be so self-aware either, it's just so.... draining; to have to watch one's actions and what I talk about, to be so adult.
"Will we burn in heaven, like we do down here?"
sarah mclachlan
Don't really know why and what brought me back into this space again, maybe it was the cold, late hours of a Monday night that refused to give in to the bed, maybe it was another sad song with very, very beautiful lyrics that I get addicted to at times or maybe it was just me, trapped within my own dreams.
It must have been 10 years since I started blogging, writing down what I feel and it was definitely strange to revisit those words last night. Cos while I seem to recognise the writing, perhaps the person behind the writing and even recall the mise-en-scene in which the person wrote in, I could'nt remember him that clearly. In this hated phenomenon of retrospection, I find myself a different person..... Thing is, is that a good thing?
I don't like to be so self-aware either, it's just so.... draining; to have to watch one's actions and what I talk about, to be so adult.
"Will we burn in heaven, like we do down here?"
sarah mclachlan