moi is losing her focus.slowly but surely.what is her focus in life? she's wondering.it's like she is brought back to square one.where she 's left to ponder the first step in career choice.and now that the decision's been made, she's reconsidering and reflecting.
minds and hearts are so fickle arent there?
its not like she's losing it, the pleasures in doing what she likes to do. but then again, is this really what life has to offer?
the deceased enthusiasm and youth. and the decaying life in moi. moi must find the right path to home.
The mind is weary from all this thinking. Pointless thinking is really not my forte.I dont like it and never will like it.
on the side note, after my 15 mins jog around the neighbourhood, and on cooling down, i saw a couple of dandelions on the grounds of my backyard. Aminds the unruly grass and wild shrubs, they stood tall and proud.swaying in the slow breeze.i smiled.
and i waltzed to their beckoning nod.Picked a delicate one, and blew them free.Those tiny seedlings. Fly them high and seek other turfs to land and claim it their own,
My body isnt as flexible as it used to be. All those stretching and kicking and bending gave me an ache.
God, please dont let me age.