I've been noticing lately, how my recent entries are becoming quite dry. I think the reason behing that is the fact that I'm finding myself having to write up yesterday's blog - it's quite challenging to recall things in such detail. Now's my chance to catch up, I have nothing else to do, I may as well.
Spiralling inwards, the scenery and panorama begins to blend into me, casting upon me this everlasting enchantment of such ambiance and tranquility. The summer's warmth, repelling me from lifting a finger, to take joy in escaping to my own world. My worries, minimized to the brink of extinction and the urge to making effort, gone.
Josh, I've come to admire you in so many ways, for so many things I look to you. It's been great to have someone know and understand where I lay, to interpret myself better than I in words. I can't imagine, how, without you, I would learn ways of expressing myself, to become more ruthless in what I want to do.
All of a sudden, I'm jolted back into what I call a room, to find my pillow soaked in tears, to see how the blinds dim the sun rays that enter through the open window. Everything now is just so yellow but still it doesn't make things brighter. Playing my keyboard, its melodies paint the undercoating of my sights, as if sound was the filling for light, they complement each other well.
How do I describe the mood I am in now? I can't find the right word, but it's somewhere in between reminiscent, sorrow, nostalgic, tingly and deep. I like it, and hope to stay like this for as long as I can.
But that's impossible, out there, people can burst its delicate membrane with the slightest clumsy laugh or shallow replies.
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