I am sad and I am determined and perhaps those two things do not go together but there is something so pressing about the sadness that culminates the formation of the latter. You are caught up in my synapses (I use biology terms because you would never understand them just as how I don't understand you — it is only fair). The carpet beneath my feet feels warm from where you stood and I hate the heat. I am myself again: consumed by the desire to eliminate every ounce of unecessary from my body and fuelled by the fear of mediocrity. Friend, I cannot promise I won't return but I promise the second time I do it will not matter. Newer PostsOlder Posts