Inertia

Finally know how it feels. The eternal hanging of inappropiately deferred tasks to focus on one urgent activity. And when said activity is done, you feel deathlocked by the edifice of procrastination; built on the foundation of ever chasing the perfectionist ideal.

“It was a mistake, but definitely I don’t regret it.”
Horizon

I can see it. The destination is not that far off now.

One Year Next Week

And I miss her still.

Negativity

built up since the stillness. 1 month is a very long time, meanwhile the bitterness festers at the back of my mind. Drastic actions in contemplation.

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