I don't feel like writing and I don't know what to write, so what am I doing typing then? Well, am still typing but not out of inspiration, but on how the words drop in my mind.
Also, note that before I arrived the last letter that came before “letter” had cleared numerous sentences all because of the mess my head was making out of me.
But I kept up because in some way I felt I needed to let myself come in words again. As much as I'd love to keep my streak on, I find myself craving for sunset to come to be settled and open my notepad but today's chapter proves to me that of a truth, “every day is not Christmas” and yes! We have to double up to pull some things right in place.
I can't find myself thinking of anything of great importance feeding you gists or telling another episode of my life story tonight.
However, my mind applauds me for still pulling through out of a messed-up thread. I believe it gives me that because only she is aware of what she's doing to me because even I am clueless on the exact state and why I feel so blank but in all, we arrived here. We didn't just pull but pulled out three paragraphs from a messy space. I think this a little lesson about life in general when people say it never goes smoothly but they keep pushing. If you're still yet to understand the depth of that, then I suggest you try making a post at your utmost convenience and then see how proud your mind would be I know so because of the peace, a thing we call “peace of mind”.
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