I am indeed writing all over again, reading old blogs I posted and recalling my garbage bin – my box of bitter memories and overflowing reflections. The feelings are never far from what is embracing me right now. It’s all the same, except that fate is colder to me now. Second chances are out of sight. And love, yes love, just slipped from my hands like water. I am crushed and washed away with the ashes I put out from this nth cigarette. I am tired. Let me lie down now.
Oh god, I will never be the same again.
