A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDSI wanted to feel the wind of marina barrage again.So i went up to the 8th floor and stood by the corridor,Cigratte in my right hand,Handphone on my left.I am tired,Physically and mentally.I felt like the kites i saw at barrage.Some unknown person is controlling me.Lurking in the shadows,I feel ive lost my mojo.I feel i wont be the same as i were before.I feel i can never laugh again.I DONT feel myself anymore.I miss everything i had before just 6 months back.Its amazing what 6 months can do to u.It totally flips the table on u.And now...Ive lost everything.Some were beyond my control,but some were due to the fact that i couldnt control my damn emotions.I have destroyed my only salvation with my own 2 hands.
I know everyone is sick and tired of me whining.I am allright...yeah i am ok...is that what everyone wants to hear?..everyone thinks im being crazy....with that final thought i turned around,letting the substance made of 1% water but 99% feelings run free from me.everyday i feel as if i am inching towards the reset button...slowly...but surely
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