as i sit with my cigs and a cup of tea, i decided to enter a post.
trying to catch up with my trian of thoughts i wonder. what exactly am i searching for? what was it actually i wanted to rant about? blogging never seem so difficult. never it seem so open. i have always been okay with sharing. My thoughts that is. However, the urge to blog has been rather overwhleming but on the other hand something is stopping me.
i lighted up another ciggy . this time every breath i exhale i feel my words disappear into thin air.
i had a talk with my self. i asked, why? why i couldn't let go like how i use to? chicken? i sure am not . i paused. this time with the ciggy in between my lips, i started... i am fully aware i have let go. i promised myself not to get a replacement. but i got one free of charged. i didn't technically asked for it. but yeah. i stopped.
continuein with a fresh new stick, i stared blankly. what was that all about. was i paranoid? was it just a routine? oh heck with it. i sat back continuein my cig with a grinn slapped on my face i hit publish. (:
