As much as I love writing, at that particular time, my mind froze. I could not phrase a sentence. I could not make out the meanings of words. At a time when my writing could come to good use, I could not. I could not figure my mind. My hands shivered. I trembled holding a pencil, even though I forgot how to write the alphabets. I could not feel.
It's still a situation I doubt I can handle. But as I looked up to the mute lady who came up to me trying to sell her keychains to earn an honest living, or the dude in a wheelchair who confidently maneuvered up and down the escalators like tony hawk on a skateboard, I think having a little faith in someone or something should be a wise place to start when you keep running away.
I always ran away. Maybe it's time to run the opposite direction.
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just got amazing news about a friend. life works in mysterious ways. karma is awesome, because good things happen to good people.
5 comments:
write about how you met me la..lol
please refer this request to jason thank you :)
well he isn't the one interested in writing...i give u another title to work on...''who am i?''
What if the other direction have nothing to offer at the end of it.., or itz juz filled with plain darkness..?
vin: u write yrself k? :P tak malu...
anon: well to my luck, darkness was the direction i was heading initially. but who knows, there's always a light at the end of the darkness for you?
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