Monday, April 26

Sweat

I haven't written in so long that even the rant now seems unfamiliar. When there are so many noises playing in the head, little is left of the inner voice, more than a quaint murmur that sparsely tries to comb the frayed synapses before drowning back into the constant noise. Sometimes i wish i could just sit at the base of a calm, azure pool, hoping my breath outlasts the ripples in my head. I cannot get myself to listen to music long enough, nor read. A crippling restlessness refracts almost everything that i try to put my mind to. And it gets tiring at times. Here again, i cannot write any longer to rant any better. But i guess it's better than not writing a post. Until greener days, cheers.