Things I don’t like, things I don’t want, things I really crave for, things I will have a jolt for receiving, things I.. just don’t know. Recently, I’m getting blurry and can’t forgive myself for being so. I chose for this, don’t fret! Live on! Move on! But I haven’t.
Some people say, this is the crisis for the first ticking clock of adapting. Heck, I thought I had been there, overcame it, dealed with it. Haven’t I? Again, this could be just some silly vagueness which recuperate from time to time.
I have things I want to write, unfinished. I have assignments of job I’m damn worried about, haunted. I have dreams I want to aim, not there yet. Life is not an instant noodle I guess. No. Life is a process which youngsters can’t help to be impatient. I am.
Again and again, I may have just been melancholic, sick, down. In the end, the first thing I really need to bother is fixing my health first and pour the mood to myself. So worry less about work, dreams, things, for now. Let my physical body rest, my brain is just acting up too much. Ciao!
The Avenue