I'm here after such a tiring break but i don't have any idea to write about... It's just an internal rage against the emptiness :it's okay but it's not, it's simple yet complicated, I want it but effortlessly. To mention that I don't even know what I'm talking about. Sometimes we can hear the silence around us, the stagnation of racing time, the inertia of stillness -thoughts rushing furiously like zillions of them but not a single one to think on.. I believe each one of us has been through something unexplainable like this. We try to give words to our feelings but some things need a lot of experience to be shared . We can just be pretentious and hide our emotions but we can't sabotage them it's not in our conscience. Eventually we hang on our expectations to our lot and be the pawn of the league.
© Nemo