It's been years . . .
The precious piece of land that I had unintentionally left temporarily in pursuit of a better future, nags at me in my mind. It must have decided that the abandonment was too much, and called out to me, time and time again. I looked towards the voice, but I didn't stop for it. And it was left waiting . . . patiently, with the slightest hint of 'If i have arms and legs imma come strangle you. Make you die several times.'.
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But no, it have no arms, and no legs either.
Heh.
I miss the scribble-like writings that told the world what's in my mind. I miss hearing the melodious lullaby that filled the air whenever I push open the gate into this 'garden'. I miss finding things to go with every scribbles that I put out on its walls.
But there were always other things that pulled me away, entertained me better, made me busier, made me forget.
Until now, finally . . . I am able to look again, finding the excitement that are calming. Returning to this piece of garden that I built with ♥ and care . I'm now here again.
But there were always other things that pulled me away, entertained me better, made me busier, made me forget.
Until now, finally . . . I am able to look again, finding the excitement that are calming. Returning to this piece of garden that I built with ♥ and care . I'm now here again.
To put it simply . . .
Here now, at my own sweet corner . . . to blog again . . .
Here now, at my own sweet corner . . . to blog again . . .
I AM BACK, BEYBEH !
(And sorry, will still be exaggerating in the future. )
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Hi...any thoughts to share? Kamon and komen...dont shy-shy. You shy i not shy.