Apologies to the faithful who've been browsing this humble blog which has succumbed to a bout of lazy silence and inactivity.

2 months of silence does not equate with 2 months of bustling elsewhere. It has been a 2 months of neither-here-nor-there. An in-between lull period choked with indecisiveness and lukewarm attempts to get something started. There's the scattered emotional shuttling between lethargic contentment and passive disatisfaction. The keywords are "lethargic" and "passive". I'm neither contented nor satisfied, and I'm doing nothing about it.

I feel like a ballon that's floating away. Filled with an emptiness some might call air, I drift higher and higher, go further and further and feel lighter and lighter. Soon, I become more and more detached. Obstinacy and pride steers me further away from the hand that's released my little string. Away and away from my only anchor to the ground. Tossed and ruffled by the winds with whispers of dreams and reaching the clouds, I float to a distant nowhere.