i haven't written anything in almost a month. . .
have i lost my "mojo"?
i don't know, maybe a bit?
the drive to create something that might influence, entertain or maybe even touch someone else, did it fade?
or maybe i just ran out of topics, feelings, emotions to scrutinize?
i'll take the latter,that is a bit more acceptable than the first two reasons, i think (hehehe)
it's not that i have become numb in the last few weeks, it's not that i have been drained of every single thought, it's not that i have grown coward, scared of facing some inescapable truths so to speak.
i probably just did not know where to start. . .

i still dont.

that never stopped me before, why would it stop me now?

so where do i begin?

let's start at the end shall we?

yeah, the inevitable end.

in a few weeks i'll say goodbye to a lot of things, people that i have treasured, kept as close to my heart as i possibly can. i'll bid farewell to what had been a huge part of me, my everyday, my routine, my comfort zone.

i am not good at closing doors, i almost always just run away with the door half ajar because i can never get myself to firmly shut it, properly turn away, put an ending to anything i have ever started, i'm scared of not giving myself atleast a small crack where i can still very discreetly crawl into once the reality of leaving slowly creeps in.

i find solace in the thought that should it be too scary for me to walk on and search for a new adventure i could still go back, resume my old life, it always waits for me to continue where i left off. . .

not this time

this time when i leave there would be no turning back

whoever, whatever i'm turning my back on, i know would start turning away from me as well, the minute i bid farewell. no more indecisiveness, i have to be firm, as they would be as cold hearted as i would have to be. whatever i choose to back away from, would very slowly back away from me too. whomever i let slip from my grasp would slowly let go of my hand as well. and as they fade, become a part of my history, i too would very painfully become just another memory. . .

a trinket, like a photograph that captured a tiny bit of moment

one we all can never go back to, but on really, really, cold nights, i hope they could bring me warmth. i hope i have stored enough of you guys that i might never totally forget

i am so scared to not remember. . .