Folks
I think I've finally reached a space and time of consistency. I have finally achieved limbo in the little everyday things and the thoughts I hold in my head. And I don't know if it's supposed to scare me or excite me because all I'm feeling is numb. Well, I guess being in limbo does connote some monotony right?

As are in slightly more than two weeks' time and I can still remember counting down to Os two years ago, panicking through it and then looking back and connecting all the dots. I'm diving into deep waters this time round; it feels more dangerous and the stakes are higher. It's rather nerve-wracking, really, but I can't help but feel this calm blanketing me even though I go through the same cycle of worrying daily. Yknow? It's a good thing to be calm, though I speculate that panic will kick in soon enough. Sometimes, I don't find things to write about and wonder if there are people who actually read through my every word in this humble space. I know it's not the most interesting of spaces but, thanks for dropping by.

Dear stranger, if you stay and read through my every word and thought, thank you. Thank you because writing means so much to me, thank you because I don't think I express myself any better. Thank you for taking away a part of me and I hope it inspires you, changes you, even if it's just a little.

with big love from a little heart,
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